I had an extensive ‘little black book’ that had a huge collection of chick names in it, and left it in a phone booth about 1969, I don’t want it back.
Laz found it. He’s still working his way through it.
I purchased a leased car (great shape, low miles, certified and the preset stations were several Conservative radio stations) and found three or four gift cards between the driver seat and console towards the back. The dealer had missed it and I have missed it despite vacuuming the entire floor several times over the first year. There was no way to trace the owner so I ended up with about $100 in clothing store gift cards and a couple of restaurant gift cards.
You don’t want the phone numbers of all the plum happy grandmothers?