Just wondering what is the most unusual thing you carry with you every day?
Nothing too outrageous for me other than the obits of my P’s and my best buddy, and a quote saying “Authority, if it is to work in the long run, must have in its tiny little heart a kernel of sanity.” That one helps me get through the some workdays. Oh, and my briefcase has 2 bead animals hanging off it (a red gecko and a brown fox) courtesy of my kids who think their daddy has the coolest briefcase of all the daddies.
Probably the strangest thing I’ve got is my exclusive membership card in the Loser’s Club.
My friend Melissa and I were feeling sorry for ourselves a few years back and she started this very exclusive club and mailed me a membership card (laminated, even).
I am member # 00002.
Of course, neither of us really qualify as losers these days, but we are still card-carrying members.
I’m not sure if this counts because it isn’t, um, me, but my ex used to carry around a very old and dried out cucumber peel in his wallet. I was eating a cucumber one day & peeling it off to give peels to the rats and he was laying on the bed half-asleep, so i took a peel and threw it at him. He woke up and went to throw it away and I said “no! I gave you that as a present, and you’re just going to throw it away?! You’re supposed to cherish it forever!” so he laughed and slipped it in his wallet and it was in there for at least a year and a half I imagine he’s thrown it out by now, though… <sniff>
I still have the condom that my work mates gave me prior to my trip to see Ultress last summer. They werent worried about her but kept saying that Norfolk would get me in trouble.
It got me in trouble, but not men wise. I keep the condom cuz it makes me laugh.
When I first met Drain Bead, she printed out a poem for me from e.e. cummings. It’s the famous one - “I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart).”
It seemed appropriate that I carry it in my wallet at all times, and when I miss her (which is too frequent), I look at it and smile.
I’m doing it now, in fact…
Yer pal,
Satan
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Life saved: 5 days, 15 hours, 25 minutes.
Nothing too bizarre at the moment, but about 5 or 6 years ago, during winter, I carried one of those little cans of lock de-icer everywhere I went. I mean everywhere. I had it in my coat pocket at all times no matter where I was going or for how long. I don’t know, why but for some reason that one particular winter I had this terribly irrational fear of being unable to get into my car because of frozen locks. Needless to say I was the butt of many jokes that winter and a couple to follow. I plead temporary insanity.
#26830 here, Trout, but I had to get it off my latest newsletter, as my card did not survive my wallet falling in the mud during my trip to Michigan last year.
I’m not currently carrying anything odd, but one winter although I don’t smoke, I carried around a fancy cigarette lighter because, like PsyCat I was afraid of my lock freezing. I did actually have to heat my key up with it a couple of times, so it wasn’t completely crazy, lol.
I have a coupon book some lost child finding charity sold me full of valuable coupons for area businesses I’ve never patronized, and if I ever did, I’m sure I’d forget the coupons entirely.
Oh, lol, forgot about this. I have some sort of Pokeman “Mewtwo” card I was handed by a clerk at Blockbuster. I can’t for the life of me think of what to do with it, but can’t bear to just throw it away. Hahaha.
I carry a full first aid kit with me at all times. People often say that they think I am either nuts or paranoid, but I tell ya, it sure has come in handy.
I never want to be in a position where I have to withhold care from someone because I do not have my “universal precautions” with me. Universal precautions include latex gloves and a mini-CPR mask. I am a Wilderness First Responder, and I am morally (and sometimes legally) obligated to provide care to someone who needs it.
Fortunately, I have never had to do CPR for real. I have used the gloves many many times. The most notable incident was about a month ago. I was just out walking my dog when I came upon a guy who had just been in a bicycle wreck. (no helmet, of course).
Bystanders had already called 911 by the time I got there. He was bleeding from many scrapes and cuts on his forehead. As I was stabilizing his spine, etc., I got quite a bit of blood on my gloves. When the EMTs and cops arrived, they questioned him about his medical history and stuff. Turns out he was an IV drug user who was hepatitis-positive! He had never been AIDS tested. Boy, was I grateful for those gloves!
I also carry a bunch of other stuff it my kit–all of which has come in handy, but none of which is as important as those gloves and mask.
This seems to be developing into an odd membership card thread, so… UncleBeer is member #000001453 in the Beer Drinkers of America. Proud member since 1990.
Picture of My best friend’s sister, who was Miss Teen Oregon or somesuch a few years ago. Or first runner up or somesuch. Never dated her but was lucky enough to get a kiss when she was in the date all of older brother’s friends phase.
Picture of an ex lover who played me, my best friend, and another of his best friends off on each other.
Picture of a friend that died in High School. No one is sure what he died of. He just dropped dead at the dinner table. The best the doctors came of with was SIDS.
Student ID for a college I haven’t been to in 4 years.
Card for health plan I don’t belong to.
Tickets to Forrest Gump (saw with girl who cheated on my best friend 14 times (I was 12 or so), Just Cause (which I don’t remember seeing), Major Payne, Hackers, Outbreak, and to a Switchblade Symphony concert.
Papa Murphy’s Card with $50 worth of punches.
Inconspicuous red card that lets me rent porno.
Gameworks membership card. The official one from when they first opened in seattle.
Card that reminds me that my comic box is #123. Like I could forget it.
No Tea.
