Not found so much as delivered...
Several years ago, the doorbell rang at an ungodly hour on Saturday morning. The postie had a large box with my name on it, which he couldn't fit through the slot in the door, and saw fit to wake me up before noon, the bugger.

I opened the box to find 100 music CDs, and nothing else. There was no letter, no invoice, no delivery note, nothing to indicate who'd sent them or why.

I have no recollection of ever having entered a competition where that was one of the prizes, nor did any of my credit card statements show any purchases of a suitable amount. No-one has ever come calling for the CDs, nor have I received any letters telling me I received them in error. I guess they're mine now, bucko.

To this day I still don't know why I received them.
( flake has nothing against your right leg, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 0:48, Reply)