It usually happens like this: List is spotted, my eyes light up, my heart beats faster. Casually, discreetly, I scan the area for the list's possible owner. I always scan my surroundings before snatching up a list, trying to mask my excitement, similar to how one retrieves a stray five dollar bill from a parking lot. The owner could be lingering nearby, fumbling through a coupon book or assessing the firmness of a tomato. If it truly is abandoned, the list must be placed face-up in the top basket of my shopping cart. I immediately devour the details, silently judging the author's eating habits, thought process, handwriting and stationary. I'll go on to conjure up stories about the author, their clothing style, their estimated life-span, etc. Sometimes I'll add a random item to the list and plant it somewhere obvious for another person to find. Last time I believe I added poop to a list. At the time, I thought this was very hilarious.
Well, can you imagine my excitement when I discovered GroceryLists.org? An entire database of abandoned grocery lists from all over the country. Years worth. They made a book out of it.