How you know I borrowed that zip-up of yours that feels like a baby blanket, the one with the hood: There is a slip of paper 2 centimeters wide and 8 inches long in the right pocket, it reads: "#21: Clowns Explode When They Die." In the left pocket there is a piece of thin pink ribbon, 3 feet long, abandoned right in the middle of a cats cradle.
How I know you've been in my satchel: A lined index card sits in the bottom with that stabby swirly pencil script: "I've got your pencil sharpener."
No mention was made of ransom.
Posted by Sonya at June 16, 2003 03:52 PM
I borrow roommate's Rockport Fire Dept. jacket all the time, and every time I barely manage to avoid eating the Forgotten Candy she left in the pocket. I do sometimes leave ticket stubs there, though.
Posted by: Mol at June 17, 2003 08:48 AM