I often times take this phrase to heart. I'm always finding weird things on the ground and picking them up. A few of my other posts have detailed the larger things I found that I thought were interesting alone or that I didn't want to or couldn't pick up and take home with me. There are a lot of little things, however, that I've found here and there that I felt would make up a nice little post. first up:
I found this gem while waiting for a bus in a shopping area south of campus known as the Short North. In all honesty, I found this little thing in some dirt on the sidewalk and only picked it up because I thought it was a quarter. I'm glad I did pick it up because it turned out to be a pretty cool buckeye helmet pin thing. Shortly after finding this my friends and I were approached by a very aggressive homeless man who was very angry at us for not having seen a movie I couldn't understand the title of. (I have nothing against any homeless people, it was just very odd watching a grown man punch a sidewalk because four students hadn't seen his favorite movie)
Ok, these are actually buttons, but I felt calling them pins flowed a little better.
On the left we have a pin for the college of Arts and Sciences. I really don't know where this one came from, but it sits with the others on my windowsill.
In the middle is a pin I found for a bar just off campus called Trism. I don't think anyone could look me in the eye and tell me Trism isn't the trendiest name for a college-town bar probably ever. During the day, however, Trism transforms into a quiet coffee shop for college students of all ages. (I'm not secretly trying to plug Trism here, I've actually never been inside, I just think it's a great idea and hope whoever owns it makes lots of money) I found the Trism pin on the main stairway of my building on a Tuesday. Who went out on a Monday night and came back with the pin to ultimately drop it on the steps? I have no idea.
On the right we have the larger button for the Society of Women Engineers. This button looks kind of like the printer messed up and shifted the entire button sideways, but I've never seen another pin like it, so it could be how it was supposed to look. I found this one while getting dinner with my friends one night. I offered it to my friend who is a woman in engineering, but she said I could keep it, so on to the windowsill it went.
I apologize for the lower quality picture on this one. I promise my little green friend is extremely beautiful and joyous in person, but I could not for the life of me get a better picture. Anyway, I found him in the sink of the laundry room one day. "But Luke! That could have belonged to someone! They could miss him very much!" To that I reply with, I waited a week past the day I found him to make sure nobody was coming back for him. He sat in the bottom of the sink for days unmoved. And the signs on the wall clearly state that personal items risk being taken if they are left in the laundry rooms for more than a day, so hah! And another thing. They coincidentally came up on amazon the next day when my roommate was shopping and they're like $5 for a two pack, so the original owner probably has another one and they aren't that expensive.
Now that I'm done being defensive over some imaginary comments about my dirty deeds, I'd like to add that the cactus sits on my windowsill alongside my buttons and plants, so he feels very at home.
Now I know I pick up a lot of junk off the ground, but I also pick up a lot of spare change. This, however, is not just a collection of spare change. I found all 70 of these pennies in the middle of the street on my way to pick up a pizza one night. And yes, I did crouch in the middle of said street and pick them all up at 10pm. How else do you spend a Friday night? The real irony here was that when I came back with pennies in one hand and pizza in the other, I said to my roommate, "Guess how many pennies I found."
"70." he replied shortly.
Hopefully you can imagine the pure shock and joy on my face when I counted out exactly 70 pennies on my desk in front of him.
These lanyards aren't really significant in any way other than that they were nice quality OSU lanyards (too bad I already had one). The fun part about these is that I found them both in the same spot on the ground just before crossing the street in front of my building. My mind wonders what sort of lanyard peddler lives nearby and is dropping them, but I don't really wonder that much.
If someone can point me in the right direction of Briaid (or really in the direction of how to pronounce the name), I will happily return these notes. The book is about half full of basic calc. 1 notes. I found them next to the curb outside on my way to dinner the other day and thought they might come in handy some day so I kept them. This is what his/her handwriting looks like on the inside:
I found this bad boy outside of the Architecture building (and far away from any bike racks) this past fall. I changed the batteries in it and it works really well actually. It has a solid light setting, a strobe setting, and a flashing bulb setting where it lights each of the three bulbs individually for a second and then moves on to the next. The light is pretty bright considering I found it on the ground. This is actually one of my favorite finds so far because Its fun to play with in the dark. Here's a (bad) picture of me with it on:
I don't really know where I found these, or what they even are, but they I do remember seeing them both on the ground, separately, and thinking they looked cool and shiny, so I picked them up. Looking back now, I'm pretty sure the gold one on the right is a piece of an earring, which is kind of gross, so I might throw it away. The other thing is a pin, so it could have ended up in the pins section of this post, but those were actually buttons that I misnamed pins, so it ended up in the misc. trinkets category.
This post ended up being a little bit longer than I intended, so some may not be inclined to read it all, but I at least home some people will scroll through my pictures and read the headers. The message from the beginning still stands: one man's trash is another man's treasure. In my case, I see a lot of things most people would leave on the ground as treasure, and I take them home with me.
