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You found my jewel-encrusted Sanrio keychain at the Cineplex. I found your autographed copy of Lyle Lovett's "It's Not Big It's Large" at the airport. The stars aligned, and in one great swell of fate and do-goodery, we found each other to return these beloved items to their rightful owner. And the reward? No reward, just a treasure trove of karma. Add to this Guide; share your tales of Lost and Found below! (But please make no mistake: this guide's for Nigel.)
Pay it Forward
Lost: One Red Leather Purse
It was somewhere between three and four in the a.m. I was younger than I am now. On a bleary train ride home in Manhattan, I left my red leather purse, custom-crafted, full of cash, behind for the taking. I only realized this once I was above ground. It seemed a lost cause, but my friend and I decided to give it “the old college try”. We submerged and almost immediately, a man who looked homeless prompted us, “Did you lose a red bag?” We nodded in disbelief and he instructed us to take the same train uptown to the very last stop. We did, and past the platform, along the tracks to the back corner pocket, lay an MTA office. The kind folks there relinquished the bag, no lighter, and we left lucky.
Cumulus? Cirrus?
Cooler than yours, that’s what!
Found: Your Son
I was doing laundry when I spotted a small child curled up like a cat outside an apartment door in my building. Not wanting to frighten him or be that stranger that a child is drilled not to talk to, I continued the haul to the wash. When I passed again about fifteen minutes later he was still there. I asked him if he was all right and he said he was, so I returned to my apartment. At the end of the cycle, I passed his door again and the little boy was crying. I learned that school got let out early and he had no key to get inside his apartment; him mom was still at work and he had no phone. I took him to the building manager and asked if they had a way to get into his apartment. They didn’t. I got a number from him for his mother’s work and proceeded to leave a message. We waited together in the hallway for a while. Finally he got the idea that he could call his Aunt’s nearby. We called and she told him to get on the bus, only a couple of stops. I let his Aunt know that he was on his way and bought him a Metrocard, feeling pretty uneasy about letting him travel alone. Just as I was handing over the Metrocard, his mother came through the turnstile. I asked her if she’d gotten my message at work and she stared at me, bewildered, then furious. She spoke no English but volumes. Beet-faced, I smiled and waved goodbye to the little boy, hoping that he would translate.
This one's way too pristine
(Rosie was “Watership Down” all the way.)
Money on the ground.
When I was 6, I found a $100 bill at my swim club. I was still in the “finder’s keepers” stage of my life, but my mom had me bring it to the front desk. They told me if it wasn’t claimed they would call me and it was mine. Of course, they never did. I’m still waiting for that karma :)
added by Susie 09/09/2009
Found: Two Hundred Bucks
At the Lincoln Center stop on the Broadway Line in New York City, I once spotted four $50 bills laying on the floor just before the turnstile. Commuters continued to spill in and out, oblivious to the non-Monopoly dough underfoot. Part of me thought, “This is a hidden camera show.” Part of me thought, “I sure could use a new red leather purse”. Still part of me thought, “It’s Christmas; just give it to the guy at the MTA booth.” And so I picked up $200 and handed it to the guy at the MTA booth who had a picture of his family on display, who in turn, looked at me as if I had just handed him Elgin’s Marbles. Well, it was as much his money as it was mine…
The Chinese Say
that a red bag is lucky. I would tend to agree.
Lost: One Very Mobile Phone
I left it in the back of a taxi. It was one of the few phones I actually cared about; back when phone covers were all the rage, I invested in a cloud motif and hadn’t seen one like it anywhere else. I called the phone again and again, feeling pretty sure that it was history. Finally, the cab driver picked up. I insisted I would meet him wherever was most convenient for him but he told me he would deliver it to my street corner. I made a dash for the ATM and made it worth his while.
Lost: The "ShyPod"
Lost my little green Nano a few months back. I can only hope that her new owner cleans their ears regularly and appreciates everything from The Zombies to Buckshot Lefonque…sigh…
Lost: Rosie the Rabbit
She was mine: a white rabbit puppet with red eyes, the length of a child’s arm. My arm, to be specific, when it was child-sized. Rosie became a permanent appendage of mine for a while, and as such, endured the many season’s of a child’s day. Her fur quickly became matted with the chocolate milk, Sloppy Joe, tater tots, watercolors and snot. After a play date with my best friend, Ethan, Rosie went M.I.A. I mourned the loss for quite a while until a subsequent play date with Ethan, who had had my rabbit all along and tried to play it off as though she belonged to his sister. (Ethan, come on!) I knew the situation would call for parental intervention and, unafraid, I pulled that card. But after so much time without her, the truth was, I’d moved on.
Lost in hotel
Once upon a time when I was wee wee little, I dropped my beloved Ernie doll in a hotel. Or “E E” as I called him before I could say his name. Luckily, a hotel maid returned him to us. Otherwise, the course my life would have taken could have been strikingly different. He is my source of comfort and has been through the ringer because of it.
added by aliciak 08/15/2009
For those interested in FOUND stuff:
I give you FOUND magazine. Life changing.
added by Karey Ann 08/18/2009
Wrapped in a Napkin: UhOh, My Retainer!
Can’t think of a worse thing for a dentist’s daughter to lose/forget…. I wrapped it up oh so neat in a napkin, so my brothers wouldn’t get disgusted at the site of it, and then left it on the table when we left. The drive back to the restaurant was horrible… As we were on our way to Disney Land and already an hour into the drive! They found it though, and to this day, my teeth are still straight.
added by AlexandraF 09/09/2009
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I left my childhood innocence somewhere around 11 or 12, when my grandparents started talking about their sex life.
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I dropped $10 at the bottom of a swimming pool once. Have you seen it?
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Sooo, the $10 I found at the bottom of a swimming pool one time and decided to keep, I can’t add that to the guide?
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