As I was leaving the Fun Fun Fun Fest grounds last weekend, I spotted a lost coozie on the ground in front of me. Now, finding a lost beer coozie on the ground is my preferred method of acquiring beer coozies. I almost never pay for them, since I am so adept at losing them. I am also adept at finding them. It's kind of karmic in a way. Remember that episode of Seinfield where Jerry is Even Steven?
So I was all set to grab this lonely lost coozie when a girl about six feet in front of me got to it first. I congratulated her on her score, and then I got to thinking about all the cool things I've found abandoned after concerts. Once after an Andrew WK show, right after I moved to Houston, I found a brand new Andrew WK T-shirt on the floor.
And at an outdoor music festival in Korea, I once found a rayon leopard-print handkerchief that remains, to this day, my all-time favorite lost concert score.
At Free Press Summer Fest this year, my friend found an abandoned, engraved metal tankard from Wild Bill's Olde Fashioned Soda Pop Co. which was so cool that her husband decided to actually pay for a second one. He plopped down $15 only to find that version he bought wasn't engraved at all.
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This past New Year's Eve, I found a wad of cash on the dance floor at Padre's in Marfa just before the stroke of midnight, which I thought was a good omen for the coming year. Even this weekend, my husband found a $1 on the ground, which likely went towards tips for one of the FFFF booze vendors. See? Paying it forward!
Because I do believe in karma, I would never keep anything of real value -- I recently lost my wallet at the Devo/Blondie show at Arena Theater and before I could even leave the building I was getting messaged on Facebook by the person who had found it, alerting me that it was with security.
That justified my faith in the universe a a place where if you give a little, you'll get a little too. If I have an inkling that an item can be reunited with its owner, I will never keep it. But I see finding a lost $1 on the ground or a lost coozie as the universe's way of saying, "Hey, here's a little treat."
So I thought I'd open the question up to readers. What's the coolest item you've found at a show or festival?