So for years now I've been writing notes down all over the place. Tons of them. Everywhere! It's fun finding them months or years later and especially amusing when the context is missing.
I'm not sure if this actually happened to me or if I was trying my hand at fiction.
'It began innocently enough. She went to a liquidation sale at one of her favorite bookstores. There were two books sitting on a shelf and the one on the left really caught her attention. She was quite a ways away from the book and two girls were getting dangerously close to the thing she was so enamored with. It took all of her self control not to break into a sprint for it, plus the girls were right on top of her "precious" at the moment and she was sure that they would definitely notice it and snatch it up. She cooly (at least cooly was what she was going for) making her way toward but if you were the guy in the selfhelp section who notices everything you would think she was eyeing two fat girls and awkwardly trying to get the last copy of some book."
The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
"hey drunk Bob you called Bob and Bob and they didn't answer. No worries."
