Cookies for Luke

I don't know why I'm fascinated by people's grocery lists. Maybe because you find contradictions like this-- rice milk (eeww!) & tofu, along with chicken fingers and sausage.

Yellow Box = 016, 354

Most of the fun of picking up other peoples' lists is trying to decipher what they mean. Grocery lists are generally fairly straightforward, but to-do lists and whatever this is are usually more of a puzzle.

I can't read this person's handwriting too well, and I can't begin to guess what this is about. I thought maybe it was a list of books in a library to find, but the numbers don't correspond to the Library of Congress cataloging system. If it were the Dewey Decimal system, there are too many numbers...

Whatever this person needed to do, it looks like he or she did it all, judging by the X's. Good job!

the dreaded FAFSA

I don't envy this person's life one bit. Filling out the FAFSA (a financial aid application for college; you have to fill one out every year) is one thing I'm glad I will never have to do again as long as I live.

This poor soul has job classwork to do (correct papers, finish grades), his or her own schoolwork (research, outline) and still find time to pay rent and pay off a student account. Ah, the life of a budding academic.

Found in Kenmore Square a few weeks ago

After Treatment

This person's life doesn't sound like it's going too smoothly -- he or she has to fill out an accident report, but only "after treatment."

A Weekend In the Life of Jacob

Jacob E. lives a very busy life, and seems to be very organized. I mean, he types out his to-do lists (albeit on extremely colorful paper) and even puts his name at the top (the JACOB is not part of the paper's design). I often wonder what life would be like to be this organized. He seems to even schedule his social calls!

Wash #3

I found this note on a seat of the Red Line train when I was on my way to work. I stared at it and read it over and over, but I still have absolutely no idea what it's about. Apparently #3 is going to be pretty clean, though, as it gets washed 3 times.

Flakiness is Everywhere!

I was really psyched when I found this purple Post-It note stuck to the sidewalk in Downtown Crossing the other day. I had written a similar note the night before (even in black Sharpie!) and stuck it to my door where I would be sure to see it every morning on my way out of the house. I hope the writer of this note remembered his or her necessities that morning!