There are these little stories, kind of silly moments that happen more often than I’d like to admit, but love to tell.
Today I found two black pouches in an old purse.
One pouch was velvet, with a thick white drawstring.
The other had a weird nylon feel, with a thin black drawstring.
5 imperfect spheres resembling stale black MnMs (sans Ms and Ns) poured out of the first pouch into my palm.
3 black rubber ear buds rolled out of the second.
I do not know how long they had been there.
I do not know what brand they were.
I do not know who made them.
I do not know where they came from.
I do not know why anyone would blindly put something in their mouth.
Why do we blindly put anything into our bodies?