I love encountering elements of LOST in real life. For instance, the adding machines in New York City taxi cabs sound like the Smoke Monster approaching. It makes me feel like running away when a cab pulls up and lets someone out nearby.
Today, I got on the elevator and hit 8, as that's the floor I live on. Then, I stopped at the 4th floor, where there was a bulletin board in view as the doors open that had an island on it. A guy got on and hit 15. I got back to my apartment to type this and noticed it says on here that I've made 42 edits. I'll also be 23 years old in 15 days (16 if you count today). Whoa!!!