We found a cigarette butt inside the knob of our cooking pot lid.
Marc was doing the dishes and this lid had some soapy water trapped inside the area where the knob is screwed on. This happens all the time; I just prop up the lids and let them drain over the course of an hour, but Marc felt compelled to get out his screwdriver, undo the thing, and dry it out. I wanted to mock him for the nerdiness of it. But as it turns out, he made a thrilling discovery.
A cigarette butt! Inside my pot lid!
It has captured my imagination completely. The great mystery of it all! I mean first of all, where did my pot come from, where was it made? What factory worker came up with such an idea?!
I feel suddenly and delightfully connected to this mystery smoker by a twist of fate. I want to find him and say, "We found your cigarette butt! You know, the one you tucked inside a lid one day and thought no one would ever know?" It was going to be their little secret, him and the pot. It's like a message in a bottle that he thought no one would find. It still smells of smoke. And now I'm linked, by my pot, to a whimsical smoker out there somewhere. I love this world.