Today, I learned I have to always carry a camera. That’s because I also left my phone at home.
On a filing cabinet in my cubicle, someone left a note in magnets. If it’s still there next week, I’ll take a picture:
you are a goddess
honey I will always love you
Nineteen syllables, not seventeen; it’s not a haiku. Of course, it makes mention of my incandescent beauty. And the author loves honey.