The Business Card Collectors
The twins and I have been in a mad dash with each other to collect business cards from our favourite places. It began when the Wolvog wistfully took a business card from our pet store during our last visit. He only confided this after we got home, and I was left to (1) kick myself for not thinking of doing it myself and (2) offer him an exorbitant amount of money for said card. Josh saved the day by driving back to the store to pick up a few more treats for Truman and business cards for Chickie and me.
We gloated about these three business cards for a few days until we got to our favourite hotel and I snatched the last one on the counter. A-ha! I was one ahead. And two if you count the fact that I paid the bill at our favourite Vietnamese restaurant and grabbed two before I signed the check. (One for me, one for my Chickie, none for the Wolvog who brings his own dinner to the restaurant.)
We all took one from our favourite ice cream place, and I got the only one from our third favourite bookstore. (The owner handed it to me over the counter while we were chatting, telling me to call her in a few weeks, and I heard the ChickieNob quietly breathe next to me, “Can I have one, too?” No, you cannot when she doesn’t hear you.)
I am currently in the lead, followed closely by ChickieNob who just obtained one from the vet’s office (but so did I, dear, so did I), and trailed by Wolvog who is too sweet to play in a cutthroat manner. He always grabs three copies if he grabs one at all.
We only take them from places that mean a lot to us, and it has made life much easier having them lined up on display because… ta da, we now know the phone number of each establishment. I’m not sure why these little pieces of cardstock make us so happy, but they do. And we have a shortlist of places we need to visit soon so we can collect more cards.
Do you collect things from special places?