I found this credit card on the bridge, with no wallet or person in sight. I don’t know why someone would carry just a loose credit card. Maybe it had been stolen, then lost. Those absentminded thieves…

When I got to work, I phoned the number on the credit card. After bypassing their scrutinizing security checks, I spoke to someone who took my name and number to pass along to the credit card holder.

I haven’t heard from the guy yet. Rude. I didn’t *have to* rescue his card and credit rating… and I don’t want anything in return. But a phone call, high praise, and a steak dinner would be appreciated.

This booklet contained seven transit passes. In this economy, this is a nice find.

The day after finding these, I stepped on a 3″ nail that penetrated my shoe and went into my foot. So these came in quite handy for me. I usually have a 2km walk to work. Thanks to finding these transit passes, that was greatly reduced.

Thanks to modern medicine, my chance of contracting tetanus was also greatly reduced because I had to get a needle after stepping on the nail.

Years ago on TV, I saw a feature about what to do if you find a partial dollar bill. They took it into the bank, it was put on a grid, and the value was calculated and paid out. Wanting to see this process for myself, I took the partial bill into a bank.

The first two people didn’t know what to do with it. The third person, clearly a genius, told me I needed the other half of the bill. The fourth person told me I needed at least 75% of the bill and that they don’t send them to the Bank of Canada until they have 100 of them.

So I left the bill with them, expecting to wait about 80 years to receive my $2.50. A few days later, they phoned and told me to just come in and get a replacement $5 bill. With it, I bought a lottery ticket.

Add another $5 to my tally.

This went towards my lunch, while someone else was left with less lunch money.

I found this lip gloss under a bridge. I don’t know if someone was using it under the bridge or if it was just dropped there.

I bet the owner later dug around for it in her purse, frustrated that she couldn’t find it. By that point, the tube was half empty and I was basking in attention and compliments.

I found a refrigerator but after carrying it for a few blocks realized that it was just too heavy to lug around. I took this magnet from its door instead and found it to be much more manageable.

This is a magnet with a few facts about the state of Idaho, which is a part of the United States of America.

What the magnet doesn’t tell you is that Idaho’s residents are called “Idahoans”, the city of Boise has a S Peasley Street and that in 2007, the state had known 49 murders. It is also against Idaho law to fish on a camel’s back.

I know how this person feels. I’ve written notes just like this, only less angry. Then I smash out the windows of the offending vehicle. Then I put the note on the driver’s seat.

I’ve also written a note like this when I felt that someone was standing too close to me. Sometimes, I just don’t want to deal with a verbal confrontation.

Disgusting.

At first I thought this was a bottle opener but it looked a bit flimsy. I couldn’t open a single bottle with it. Then, I thought it was a tongue scraper. It worked quite well for that. But I noticed the brand name on the handle and after doing some research, I learned it is actually a foot callus scraper handle.

Disgusting but my feet have never been more smooth and beautiful.

Happy 3rd anniversary, Frozen Peas!

Yet another cell phone, destroyed and thrown to the side of the road. I wonder if this happened with first-generation brick cell phones, as 2G phones became commonplace. That would explain the potholes.

I’d love to see a time lapse movie of all this recent cell phone smash & throw activity. I wonder why it’s so common on my route to work. It must have something to do with people thinking there is a link between cell phone use and cancer. Once they make that connection to smoking, I’ll be wading through cigarettes.

Here’s another smashed cell phone. This one is pink, which hints that it was maybe a (mad) lady who smashed it. She seems nice.

Perhaps the lady got a new phone and discarded this one in smashy fashion. Perhaps the phone slipped from her fingers as she hovered over the city in a hot air balloon. Perhaps she abruptly ended a phone call with a cheating lover.

You can tell a lot about a person by her phone.