|Dear Tulips, You look very sad when you bend over like that. It's a shame your heads have to fall off.|
Sounds silly, perhaps, but since then, when I see people on the subway, I wonder, "Which one of you is singing on the inside?"
I love stuff like that.
Ever since that napkin, I have taken up the habit of leaving little notes of my own. On the subway, in the park, at the grocery store...wherever it seems appropriate. Sometimes I feel bad because, well, it's littering. But then I think, "When was the last time someone wrote a love letter to microwaveable buttered popcorn?"
And then I don't feel so bad.