I lost a steno pad once and hated myself for weeks. Tasks. Phone numbers. Cartoons. Gone.
So I started to tape a business card on the front of the steno pad in case I left it somewhere.
Steno pad (circa Allstate days) waiting to be left behind at a bar.
So, of course, I did. Six months ago.
Fast forward to now. I got this e-mail on facebook:
Hey Doug, I think we have a notebook you left at Buffalo Wild Wings in Lancaster (or at least I remember seeing your name on it.) It has some pictures of some tape measures being tortured and held for ransom. Sound familiar? Anyway, stop by Buffalo Wild Wings and I'll get them back to you. We all had a big laugh at them.
Take care,
Becky
The photos she mentions are here: http://www.holyjuan.com/2008/05/torture-by-foot.html. I can see why they might have waited six months to contact me.
Thank you Becky at BW-3 in Lancaster!!
