Papers

Quick question: You're me. You're walking back from playing not-DDR at the campus video arcade, when you see a few pieces of paper flip by, being carried by a gust of wind. What do you do?

Why, you pick them up. You pick them all up, or as close as you can get, and deliver them to the person who lost them.

Technically, I didn't get them all, of course. Some of them probably blew far enough that I couldn't get to them, some of them probably blew in the direction I didn't explore, and some of them blew into some of those odd trenches in front of or behind buildings which serve to let light in the lower-floor classroom windows. Actually, I did retrieve some of these last papers, including three which required me to climb an eight-foot high concrete step to reach, and I did get the papers in the bushes around campus. Also, three people helped me; two gathered a few pages for me, and a third looked up the address of the professor who lost them while I was fetching the ones on top of that step. But I was the one who did most of the work.

The professor will probably just throw them away and print the files out again, of course. But it was fun, nevertheless.