Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.
Slow work, but someone has to do it; isn’t that what he said when I was hired? Lost and found…what do people lose these days in lost and found? Let’s see. A hair brush, not unusual, hair pins, ink pens, and a wig? Blond with some blue streaks in it. Can’t profile the person who wore this. For all I know, it belonged to a cancer patient. I will say this, this individual was a bit cooky. Who else would have a blond wig with blue streaks in it?
Upon closer look, there was actually a tag on the inside with an address and phone number on it. Now that doesn’t belong in lost and found. It should have been returned when found. Why wasn’t it? I carried it up to my supervisor and asked him. He gave me a puzzled look. He himself looked at the tag. “You’re right”, he said. “This needs to be returned, and soon.” I thought he would laugh at the blue streaks, but he only cried a little. I think he knew more than he was saying. “You know whose it is?” I asked. “Just tell the woman who answers that the wig is here. She will be here within the hour.” he stated.
I agreed and had to ask him about it. He told me that the owner had died recently. Apparently the wig had been put in lost and found by mistake. It had belonged to a woman who worked lost and found a few months earlier. Rarely did she ever take it off…at least until she suddenly died right there in the lost and found department. The brush and hair pins were hers also. The paramedics had removed it and the temp must have thrown it in the box with everything else. She wanted to be buried in it. She wore it because her hair had been burned during a fire.