To the person who found my brown leather glove: I spent my entire class worrying about the missing sibling to my favouite pair of gloves I’ve ever had. I spent 15 minutes re-tracing all of my steps after class and when I thought all hope was lost I looked up and saw my glove, neatly sitting on top of a little ledge. Not dirty, not ripped… not stolen… You’ve made my day the brightest and I hope you get tonnes of good karma for your kindness!
—Katie
This article appears in Oct 22-28, 2009.
All I can say is that you’re lucky I didn’t find your precious little glove. I would have totally violated it. Really, what else would someone do with one glove?