I keep my pipecleaners in a vase and a little bottle of rum for dipping my pipe cleaners into at my girlfriend's kitchen sink to clean my pipes before putting them in my rack that she got for me to keep my daily rotation in while working at the shop. Her apartment is the back half of the store where my studio is. I can then clean the pipe, drop the pipecleaner and paper towel into the trash and wash my hands and get back to work quickly, and then take my pipes home at the end of the day.
Granted, she doesn't watch me clean my pipes, and usually she is too busy to care. But today, I have been just slammed with repair work, so I was just setting my pipes on the counter to take care of later. A little while ago, she stuck her head into my studio and asked me if I wanted her to clean my pipes for me. Tee hee, a little snickering and innuendo'ing and I let her know that that would be great. How considerate, especially from a woman who three or four years ago would have nagged me to no end for smoking a cigarette, if not just broken up with me for doing what killed her father. So, I was working along, thinking, man I am so lucky. Life is good. She is good. I should make her a ring or... I heard water running...
I jumped up from the bench to see a sink full of water and three of my Nording Valhallas floating in some soapy water. And, she had an apron on and a sponge in hand... with a surprised look of "What?" on her face. The pipe that I happened to be smoking dropped from my jaw, and I'm not sure which hit the floor first, my jaw or the pipe.
So now, I have three very clean pipes on the pipe rack drying, which she thought was why I should have a rack in the first place. "Is it not a drying rack?" And, a lengthy dissertation on pipe cleaning. and a bunch of "well, I didn't know" having been uttered. And, much chuckling.
I never allow my pipes to cake up much, so I don't think the pipes are ruined. They are just lemony fresh now. I'm just glad that I wasn't smoking the Beckers or the bamboo pipes earlier today, ha ha!!
Anyways, that's my pipe-tale for the day. Lessons learned, and many hugs. Be sure your significant other understands your pipe. Maybe even let her handle it a little more than usual. A wet pipe is a terrible... I mean...
Granted, she doesn't watch me clean my pipes, and usually she is too busy to care. But today, I have been just slammed with repair work, so I was just setting my pipes on the counter to take care of later. A little while ago, she stuck her head into my studio and asked me if I wanted her to clean my pipes for me. Tee hee, a little snickering and innuendo'ing and I let her know that that would be great. How considerate, especially from a woman who three or four years ago would have nagged me to no end for smoking a cigarette, if not just broken up with me for doing what killed her father. So, I was working along, thinking, man I am so lucky. Life is good. She is good. I should make her a ring or... I heard water running...
I jumped up from the bench to see a sink full of water and three of my Nording Valhallas floating in some soapy water. And, she had an apron on and a sponge in hand... with a surprised look of "What?" on her face. The pipe that I happened to be smoking dropped from my jaw, and I'm not sure which hit the floor first, my jaw or the pipe.
So now, I have three very clean pipes on the pipe rack drying, which she thought was why I should have a rack in the first place. "Is it not a drying rack?" And, a lengthy dissertation on pipe cleaning. and a bunch of "well, I didn't know" having been uttered. And, much chuckling.
I never allow my pipes to cake up much, so I don't think the pipes are ruined. They are just lemony fresh now. I'm just glad that I wasn't smoking the Beckers or the bamboo pipes earlier today, ha ha!!
Anyways, that's my pipe-tale for the day. Lessons learned, and many hugs. Be sure your significant other understands your pipe. Maybe even let her handle it a little more than usual. A wet pipe is a terrible... I mean...
