Thursday, August 27, 2009
Department of Things That No Longer Exist
Actually, any matches.
Pilot light on stove went out, scrounged around looking for matches. Realized that since I haven't smoked in 15 years, I don't have any. Since you can't smoke in bars and restaurants any more, I apparently haven't restocked by picking them up near the cash register. Last time I recall using a lot of matches was at the start of the Iraq war, with all the candlelight vigils. Last time the power went out, I snagged a light for the candles from the stove, the one with the pilot light.
The clerk at Walgreens looked at me as though I asked where they kept the buggy whips.
They only sell lighters now that come in packs of 3.
In a box somewhere in my back bedroom is probably an old briefcase or purse or jacket from the days when I smoked (I used to smoke at work, too) that may have a squashed book with one or two left.
What I really want are the wooden ones I remember always lived in a box on a shelf in the cabinet above the stove when I was growing up. I think they were called "safety matches" but I never knew why, since the phrase seems a bit oxymoronic to me.
Until I find them, I guess I can coax a flame from the cigarette lighter in the car.
What? You say they don't exist any longer either?
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