Friday night The Man and I went out to dinner. I'd waited way too long to eat and was feeling incredibly nauseous. We were seated, for some reason, at a table in the bar area and as I sat, head hung low in my my cradling arms, I noticed a tiny drawer in the side of the table.
This is probably a good time to tell you that I love tiny drawers! Also tiny boxes. I don't know why, and really, who cares? Tiny containers of any sort are awesome, and I instantly felt a little bit less nauseous.
I looked up and grinned at The Man. "There's a drawer in my table." I reached forward to see if it would open. Easily, it slid forward. "And in it..." I began.
The first thing I saw was a pair of nail clippers. A tiny pair, like a well-prepared woman might carry in her purse to eradicate the first hint of a snag or a torn cuticle or, god forbid, a broken nail. Next was a paperback, which I picked up and then quickly replaced. It was sticky. And If I've learned one thing from living with an older step-brother, one should not touch other people's sticky books. A plethora of business cards filled the back of the drawer, along with an unidentifiable odor that threatened to bring my nausea back in full force.
I shut the drawer, enamored. Despite the sticky book and strange scent, I still love tiny drawers. And tiny drawers full of random things from random people are even better. Like a secret little treasure chest.
The Man investigated his own side of the table and uncovered another drawer. His contained, I think, another book and some business cards, but also some notes. One said, "I have nothing to offer the drawer but a note. Here it is. The note." It was decorated with a smiley face. Another said, "I love Oscar. And breakfast!" Or something like that. I'm not sure the name was Oscar, but the meal was definitely breakfast.
"I'm going to need a pen and a piece of paper before we leave," I announced.
And that's how my first Mondo Beyondo secret mission (leave a hope note for someone to find) was accomplished. I can't (or won't) tell you what my note said, but I hope you find one - or leave one - of your own someday. Hidden treasure, even in the form of a sticky paperback shoved in a smelly drawer, is awesome.
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