Jason Bitner's Blog, page 3

Short Poem to Bill by Roy

FOUND by Rigel Stelle; Waterbury, VT

I think the author is in love with Bill! I’ve found a few of these poems around town, but is Bill dropping them? Or is the author planting them?

Wait and See

FOUND by Kaycoe Deen; Tulsa, OK

I wonder if Kaitlyn ever read this or if this guy is going to waiting for Godot? Seems like communication is not these lovebirds’ strong point.

Sandy Pool Blues

FOUND by Nadia in Fort Worth, TX

One of my favorite things to do is to “thank” people when they really have pissed me off and add an ironic tone to my voice. However, it’s admittedly immature. Having said that, I found this notice and assume it’s from the apartment management with whom I’d probably get along swimmingly.

Think Twice

FOUND by Charlene and Carlos in San Francisco, CA

I found an notebook in a college classroom. I have no doubt it’s for a writing/philosophy course. As a teacher myself I am always curious if the students are getting it at the very least trying to figure out the material for themselves. Think twice before going to the beach!

This Conversation

FOUND by Alex, Amy, and Jeremy in Somerville, MA

This was found neatly tucked inside a scoring pad at the bowling alley. Have a nice life!

Dealing with Feelings

FOUND by Prashanth Athri; Atlanta, GA

I found this personal list of emotions in the “Paper Only” trash of my apartment complex. The word ANGER caught my attention.

Crazy For Coffee

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Found by D.R. Varoz in Littleton, CO

Since I found this note at a behavioral health center, I think someone’s grandson landed themselves in the loony bin. They either forgot about a coffee appointment with Grandma or wasn’t able to attend.

She Can Do Better

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BACK:

FOUND by D. Cartenuto in Buffalo, NY

Give Her a Chance

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BACK:

FOUND by Chocolate Industries; Chicago, IL

Blowing down the street…

Sincerely, Austin

FOUND by Hilary Reid; Capitola, CA

I found this note while I was out for a jog. It was sitting on a wet lawn in front of a neighborhood middle school. I ran past it without stopping to look at what it was and I continued on my run. I couldn’t get it out of my mind, so instead of doing the normal loop, I went back the same way I had come, and alas, it was still there! I think it was totally worth the re-route! This note has me perplexed. Is it really an apology? It sounds like more of a letter of reprimand! One thing it did confirm to me is that I will NEVER, EVER, EVER teach middle school!

Sincerely,

Hilary