Pollywogs!

So we were at the Tiadaghton having dinner with family and someone visited the bathroom…

…they returned with a small package of toilet paper, whispering about this thing they found…we gather round and wonder what kind of pipe it is, for the object secreted out of the bathroom is obviously some kind of home-made pipe, fashioned out of aluminum foil…One person sniffs it and thinks ‘that sure isn’t marijuana!’, and another concurs..

Who’s could it be? Wouldn’t a customer not ’stash it’? So, it is probably some of the help…

We wonder what to do: tell someone? Write ‘gotchya’ on the napkin and leave it on the table? Throw it away? Put it back?

We discuss our feelings. How do we feel about this? Is it any of our concern? Is it affecting our service?

I raise the possibility that the person who found it either has a habit of throughly searching bathrooms for contraband, or is attempting to cry for help…

We wonder who could call this pipe ‘mine’. We don’t quite place bets on which one is the social crack whore (the social part resulted from the fact that they were still functional…as in, “I’m just smoking crack socially”). We end up basing our decision on the ‘kempt-ness’ of the staff’s hair, combined with the fullness of their buttocks (as in, a crack whore has scraggly hair and a bony ass…).

In the end, the pipe was returned, slightly smooshed from the handling, back to the ledge whence it came…our first encounter with a crack pipe!