I got in the stall, shut the door, and a flash of paper caught my eye.
There was a yellow sticky note stuck to the back of the door. It read:
"You will have another chance tomorrow."
I grinned to myself while I contemplated these words of encouragement from a stranger. And although I didn't feel it applied to me, on that particular day, picture if someone had gone on an interview and felt like they really blew it. Or screwed up on the job. Those words would have made an impact.
So I left the note there for someone else to enjoy. I only wish I had brought my purse with me so that I could have taken a picture of it since I always carry my camera with me.
I really liked the whole idea of leaving anonymous sticky notes that say nice things to strangers.
So this is my quest.
I am going to make this world a better place.....one sticky note at a time!
I went out and bought some supplies:
I tucked a pad into my purse, made sure I had a pen and my camera, and I was ready to go.
We were at the laundromat and I thought, "Aha! I'll stick one on the mirror!" So I wrote one out (discreetly) and walked into the one room man/woman restroom.
Uh-oh. No mirror.
I KNOW. What kind of bathroom doesn't have a mirror?
Now what.
Do I put it on the hand dryer or above the handle on the door going out?
Well, not everyone uses the hand dryer.
Heck, not everyone even WASHES their hands.
Okay. Settled. Above the door handle.
My heart was soaring as I stuck my first sticky.
I could hardly wipe the smile off of my face as I skipped back to the table where Jim was sitting. I tried to read my magazine AND keep an eye on the bathroom door without seeming too creepy. Finally a young woman wearing a funky stocking cap went into the washroom.
I waited.
And waited.
Finally she came out.
She looked normal. Or as normal as when she went in.
Hmmmm......
Then a man used the washroom.
Finally Jim had to go to the bathroom. I asked him to look for the note. He came back and said he didn't see it.
"Really?" I said. "It's right there above the handle."
"Nope. Didn't see it."
Well, that doesn't surprise me, because many times Jim can't see things that are right in front of his face.
So I marched into the bathroom to look myself.
The note was gone!
I peeked into the garbage.
The note was crushed up.....just like my heart.
NOTE TO SELF: When you stick it, you must leave the area! You don't want to witness the outcome!
I came out of the bathroom and approached Jim.
"Well?" He asked.
"It was crumbled up and thrown in the garbage!" I hissed.
He smirked.
I leaned into him, pointing my finger in his face and said, "Just you wait. I will change this world, ONE STICKY NOTE AT A TIME!"
We had to stop at Target for a couple of things. Right before leaving the store I told Jim that I had to use the bathroom.
"I"ll meet you at the truck."
I had an ulterior motive.
Well, okay, I DID have to pee, but you know, c'mon I'm on a mission now!
I went into the bathroom, sat down, did my duty (TMI, I know) and dug through my purse for the sticky notes.
Hmmm....what to write, what to write.
"You have pretty eyes."
No! They might think someone is watching them while they, uh, you know.
Scratch that.
Okay! Got one. I wrote it down. Then I had to throw everything in my purse so I could wipe, pull up my pants, etc.
Then I stuck the sticky.
It wouldn't stay.
What the?
And this is supposed to be the SUPER sticky stuff.
Yeah right.
NOTE TO SELF: Doesn't like to work on those aluminum/steel doors. (The door in the train station was painted.) Might need to have scotch tape, too!
FINALLY got it to stick.
Now for the photo.
Wait! People are coming in. Can't be having the flash go off and the people think I'm taking pictures of my naughty bits.
Okay. Coast is clear.
Done.
Whew! This Sticky Note covert action is hard work!
Hopefully this note won't fall off and stick to the bottom of someone's shoe.
Le sigh.
Feel free to join me in my Sticky Note Campaign. Heck, who knows? I might even start a meme for this!
