Post #6848 by woofmutt on Mon, Aug 26, 2002 11:32 PM

"When we were moving," my good friend Gael told me this weekend while I was visiting her, "I put some Tiki mugs I had in a bag for you. I came back into the kitchen and the bag was gone and I heard the sound of breaking glass coming from outside. I went out there and J____ [Gael's husband] was breaking stuff for recycling...And he had broken all the mugs."

I picked my eyeballs up from the floor, dusted them off, and stuck them back in their sockets.

"Didn't he know you can't recycle ceramic?" I asked in bug eyed shock, grabbing my eyeballs before they hit the floor again.

"I think he was just getting rid of things he didn't like," Gael said.

"What did the mugs look like?" I asked, then thinking better said "No-! Don't tell me, I don't even want to know what they were like. I might not be able to stand it."

There is a bit of a happy ending to all this, Gael gave me a small Tiki tumbler and a Westwood mini Tiki mug. And J____ now lives in a different town.