I gave blood today. Literally. I'd run to the post office to mail some packages, saw the flyer on the announcement board and realized I still had time to get in. After being drained of a pint of blood, I left a Woodpecker ATC for someone to find.
A little later, after Friday fish, I left one on the table. This one was the last of the mushroom cards. In a droll little "found art" story, we'd run into a former coworker of mine and got into conversation about the fact he'd turned in his notice of retirement from teaching after 32 years this morning. During the time we stood and chatted, the waitress caught me to return my card. I just smiled, handed it back and said, "Nope, that's for you!"