The summer between University and my post-graduate studies, I landed a job bartending at the 4-star restaurant just around the corner from my house – great score! On my first night, I was out having a smoke on my break and one of thee hottest guys I have ever met came to join me, and he was friendly.
Right then, I really, really, really liked my new job.
He was like a version of Ray Liotta with his piercing blue eyes, but with softer features, better skin and a whole lot of sex appeal permeating out of his every pore. Even MY MOTHER had a hard time sucking back her drool when she came into the restaurant one day and met him.
Yes... he was THAT hot.
In my usual fashion, Carter and I hit it off right away and we even started spending time together outside of work. I dropped shameless hints about my true feelings and he never responded. I kept hanging out with him for a while but it was difficult to not come off as ‘stalkerish’; he was like a drug and I constantly wanted a fix. Just being in his presence made me wet my panties.
Surprisingly, this story isn’t actually about him, but I had to set the scene. Ahem.
We had been working together for about 3 months at this point, and there was a summer-end staff party at one of the employee’s farm. It wasn’t a huge gathering – maybe 20 people at the most – and the handful of us "herbal enthusiasts" easily found each other as we gravitated to this fantastically quaint twin hammock set that were hung between 3 trees. I had brought my lucky Zippo with me (as it had been everywhere else with me for the better part of a decade), and rested nicely in my back pocket.
Carter and I cozily shared one of the hammocks like 2 stoned peas in a pod. Guuuusssshh. Others came and went, but the two of us stayed there for a long while, together. In my fantasy universe, it was actually a pretty romantic setting and all it needed to be complete was for him to lean in and plant a big juicy one on me – but of course that didn’t happen.
When I got home I realized that my Zippo was gone. SHIT! I really loved it. It had a magic mushroom on one side and my name was even engraved on the back. Yes, I was THAT pretentious smoker. Shut it.
It must have fallen out of my back pocket when we were on the hammock. I quickly called the host of the party the next day and I was slightly taken aback as he was able to complete my sentences.
“Did you happen to find a Zippo by th...”
“By the hammocks? YES! And I’m afraid that I ran over it with my ride along lawnmower and gave me quite the fright!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry! By any chance did it happen to survive the lawn...”
“The lawnmower? Are you kidding? It’s in about 4 mangled pieces.”
“And just to make sure that it’s mine, can you make out what was on it?”
“Yes, it looks like it used to be a mushroom of some sort. Is that right?”
“Yes, that’s right. Thanks anyway. You can just throw it out if you haven’t already.”
I was dejected; it was one of the few objects of mine that I truly loved and felt a genuinely strong owner-to-object bond with it. I didn’t want to buy a new one; my Zippo days were now done. I needed to quit smoking anyway. Pssfft.
About 6 months had past and I was going through my ‘junk drawer’. I rarely went through it – it was like all the crap that I didn’t use but still didn’t want to throw out just yet. I can’t even remember what I was doing in there to begin with, but while I was sifting through it I found an old blue bandanna – I hadn’t worn it in a few years and it was tucked away in the back. Underneath the bandanna WAS MY ZIPPO – completely intact and as shiny as the day I bought it. I have absolutely no reasonable explanation as to what happened. It really freaked me out but I still believe to this day that it truly was my lucky Zippo.
Duh. Duh. Da–Duhhhhhhh....
I never used it again.
Oooh, that's Twilight Zone shit right there!ReplyDelete
this kind of freaks me out. did the owner of the house hang out with you when you were herbalizing? Maybe you bragged about your lighter and don't remember and then when you called saying it was lost he was messing with you and described it.
but the real weirdness of the story, the part I really don't get is..
wtf is Carter's problem?!!!!
YES! What WAS his problem. Gaaaaa.
Twilight Zone, indeed!
I was completely expecting the story to end with Carter being gay.ReplyDelete
oh god that is like twilight zone! Lets hope it doesnt try to kill you now...ReplyDelete
That is some messed up stuff right there.. freaky and eerie and Christine from Steven King crap..ReplyDelete
*That* is an awesome story! And I too thought it would end with Carter being gay. GREAT post!ReplyDelete
Totally not gay. Every moment we spent together was truly wasted time. lol
Loved this! Freaky when shit like that happens, right? Did you ever see Carter again?ReplyDelete
Lovers reunited!! Dawwww....ReplyDelete
I went through a zippo phase, but not the herbal phase. I just liked lighters...
I had the exact same thing happen with my grandmother.ReplyDelete
Dude!! No. That just ain't right. lol
Super Zippo! You never used it again but have you still got it? You know, just for old times sake. That's freaky though!ReplyDelete
Shroom lighter. LOL. I think I am going to rent Goodfella's.ReplyDelete
I'm freaked out.ReplyDelete
That shit is cray.ReplyDelete
wow...that is freaky shit....ReplyDelete
and I've had Carters in my life..what a time suck...ha!
Freaky. But awesome.ReplyDelete