“Found these when we replaced the windshield.”
I open the envelope and inside are several parking stubs.
“Wasn’t sure what you’d want done with them.”
“Thanks?” I say.
Certainly not something I’d have saved on my own, had I been there at the moment, but whatever right?
Flipping through them, I see faded stubs from that amusement park, the one from the beer fest.
And that one from the motel five summers ago.
I can’t believe I didn’t throw that out.