My Secret Admirer

So Saturday evening I found this note that had been stuck in my car. (Well, technically, Sunny Jane's car, I'm just borrowing it right now.)

I was rather confused. "What? Who is 'Todd'? How long has this been here? Was it meant for me or Sunny Jane? Is there a library patron named Todd that I know? Is Todd cute? Be a man and talk to me Todd, don't stick creepy notes in my car! Wait, ARE you some sort of creeper?" I had no idea who Todd could be.

I was going over to stay the night with Sunny Jane and I knew she would get I kick out of it, so I brought it with me. We laughed about it for a while, and I suggested having Greg, my step dad, call the number, just to see what would happen. I knew I had to bring it to church Sunday so that Mom could see it.
At church, I went running up to her and said "Look! I have a secret admirer." She looked at me like this...
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Then she said "I put that note in the car! HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Thanks Mom. Thanks.

Well, it just makes this pie chart all the more accurate:

Also, I would appreciate if everyone would call my mom "Todd" for a while.