It was bound to happen. I hope it never happens to you.
I was out walking the hound and finished my bowl well before the walk ended. And then I did what comes naturally--I just popped my pipe in my back pocket. I thought I might have a little ash or dottle or something left in the pipe, so I made the foolish and fateful decision to put the pipe in my pocket stem-first and have the bowl sitting on top of my pocket. It seems silly typing it all out now, but at the time, it made sense.
I made it all of two or three blocks when I heard the sickening, slightly hollow thud.
I knew immediately what had transpired. My dedicated lunting pipe, which has been in my family for tens... nay!... dozens of days now, was lying on the concrete. I turned around and visually verified the horror. My pipe was inevitably, and irrevocably forevermore blemished.
I will, in time, come to accept this scar as character. But to you my dear lads, 'tis a warning. Put the bowl-side of your pipe in your pocket.
I was out walking the hound and finished my bowl well before the walk ended. And then I did what comes naturally--I just popped my pipe in my back pocket. I thought I might have a little ash or dottle or something left in the pipe, so I made the foolish and fateful decision to put the pipe in my pocket stem-first and have the bowl sitting on top of my pocket. It seems silly typing it all out now, but at the time, it made sense.
I made it all of two or three blocks when I heard the sickening, slightly hollow thud.
I knew immediately what had transpired. My dedicated lunting pipe, which has been in my family for tens... nay!... dozens of days now, was lying on the concrete. I turned around and visually verified the horror. My pipe was inevitably, and irrevocably forevermore blemished.
I will, in time, come to accept this scar as character. But to you my dear lads, 'tis a warning. Put the bowl-side of your pipe in your pocket.