There are stories told every now and then (Actually the same story over and over and over again, Amen! *sigh*) about The Head Crayon by his mother about the trauma of washing his clothes. Traumatic because there always was something alive or disgusting in one of the pockets. (I am so glad I have girls…so glad I have girls…keep chanting until they hit puberty, all 3 of them)
But it seems the pocket treasures of old are not something that the male human outgrows.
Enter Exhibit A
I pull out these items and have to wonder what type of adventure was he planning or what has he been up to?
So we have a Taco Bell hot sauce packet. Perhaps he was worried about the bad weather we have been having and was concerned about being stuck in his car in a snow drift. He could survive for hours with just that little sustenance that packet might contain. I can just picture him shivering, all alone, in the dark and looking at the packet with frozen drool on his chin.
The Swiss Army knife could be used for any number of things, but further inspection showed all of the knives were rusted shut except for the fingernail file. I guess he would have really manicured nails upon his rescue.
Earplug…singular. Not much use unless he was looking for something to chew on.
Old fashioned can opener…not quite the Jaws of Life, but just maybe with some diligence he could use it to slowly saw out of the vehicle. Especially since the pocket knife doesn’t work.
A band-aid with flowers and Tweety Bird on it (Yup, he is a dad of girls) Could be handy if he gets nicked by his little Jaws of Life.
Some little tool thingie…I am a girl and have no idea what that thing is or what it could be used for.
A itty bitty tee-tiny bulb. Not real effective as a search light for sure. I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t work with just that battery either. I got $10 on the fact that both the bulb and battery are dead.
A bullet? Well, there are deer around these parts for a emergency meal, but what’s he gonna do…throw it at them?
Penny? Must have been a lucky one, but it’s sticky and smells of Taco Bell hot sauce,
A jewelers loop…search me. What does he have one of those things for? I guess I need to look in his trunk and see if he is selling Rolex watches and velvet Elvis paintings.
There was a lonely $5 bill in there too, but it seems to have…uhh…gotten misplaced. Yup, misplaced for sure. In fact, it was never there. I never saw it.
So have you ever been on such a treasure hunt? What interesting things did you find?