Don’t, Don’t, Don’t, Don’t… Don’t You Forget About Me

A couple of years ago, I left my retail job. Before I left, I printed out about 200 little pictures of my face and hid them everywhere in the store — behind fire extinguishers, under shelves, in drawers, and pretty much anywhere I could find. Even a couple of years later, I still get messages like this.

Former Coworker: “We just found another one!”