I found this in one of my many boxes of random things.
Any guesses what it is?
It’s a salt and pepper shaker to carry in your purse. It’s meant to be used when you bring your lunch to work, or go on a picnic, whatever.
Except that even though I’ve been out of the workplace for quite a while now, I remember all of the lunch areas, even the lousy ones, having salt and pepper shakers.
And maybe our picnics are lame, but I generally don’t season my food while on them.
I’m sure that an organized person could make great use of this admittedly cute and ingenious item. Perhaps she would actually fill it up, and then remember that it’s in her purse. She’s everyone’s best friend when the waitress forgets to put out the salt and pepper. And . . . I’m sure . . . she never pays for gum with pepper-coated nickels from the bottom of her purse.
I’m guessing that when I got/kept this item, I wanted to be her.
I’m the person who appreciates the novelty and potential of the item. I want to be the day-saver in any seasoning emergency. Instead, I’m the person who sells Tupperware for a few months post-college-pre-teaching, until she can’t handle the rejection or the selling to friends anymore, and then puts this dealy-whopper in a box, stressed that she can’t possibly get rid of such a cute and potentially useful item.