Once, I dug my fingers into the tiny pocket of my new jeans; and pulled out a Fender guitar pick.
When I was in high school; I turned the page of One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest and a perfectly flattened pot leaf fell into my lap.
Before the boys came home from the hospital- we bought a dresser off of craigslist. When we got home I opened the drawers to find that two little girls had been practicing their hand writing in crayon.
Some people, perhaps most people, think used stuff is gross. I guess I’m just not the kind of person who cares all that much. In fact, I’m not just indifferent. I prefer to envision the same things I live with today, in some past mysterious world. Maybe meaningful; maybe not. Definitely holding someone’s attention long enough to be purchased, made, or shared. There’s such an exhilaration when I discover a story in a drawer, in a pocket, or between the pages of required reading. A clue.
I remember buying a book from a school fete when I was in primary school and found $5 inside. I think I was more excited about the money than I was about the book
I LOVE thrift finds especially ones with little bits of stories inside, a little note or a sign of a past life….like a pot leaf 
It makes me wonder if the person who slipped the five in there was rewarding your good taste!
hehe yeah probably
I know that I squirrelled it away without my sisters though. I thought I was so special.