So this one has to come with a story... cuz well, I'm trying to avoid exercising, lol

. I like writing more.
When I was in the 3rd or 4th grade (over 50 years ago), I bought stink bombs. Kids were dropping them in classrooms and having all kinds of fun at the time with these things, but I was always too scared of getting caught. In Catholic School getting caught doing things like that could get you severely injured. So... I never used the 1 box I bought. They landed in a junk drawer in my parent's house.
When I first moved out of their house many moons ago, I saw them for the first time in years. I smiled, threw them in a box and took them with me.
When I moved out of my first apartment, they popped up again and I figured I might as well take them along.
Its now become a thing - wherever I go, they pop up and wind up in a junk box.
I still have them and will never use them.
The other day I got invited to a reunion of sorts. People I haven't seen in 37 years, many that I also went to grade school with. I went.
One of these old friends flipped through a couple of pictures on his phone to show me something, and he flipped past a picture of the very same stink bombs! I freaked, and said, "WHOAH... BACK UP! BACK UP!"
They were the very same thing and we both cracked up because somehow those things attached themselves to the both of us - FOR OVER 50 YEARS! We bought them in the same store, at the same time!
This story may be anti climactic, sorry - but for some reason that is still blowing me away. Its such an odd thing to have in common with someone. Worthy of the, "What's something you can say that someone else here can't," thread

. "I have a friend who held on to Stinkbombens just like I did for over 50 years!"
Das all.
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