I've never been a huge collector of anything, and the same goes for pipes. I simply did not see the purpose of owning many pipes as I always wanted to smoke just one, my ever so slightly bent Chacom Neptune. I own two other pipes that I consider mediocre smokers that simply were not enjoyable and tragically paled in comparison , and my other good smoker I've gifted.
What was the point in investing any further into more pipes when I would always make up excuses why I simply must smoke the Chacom.
The pipe was magic, bought for me by my wife before our son was born in our last adventure abroad as just the two of us ,which would make it around 8 years old, and always kept in glorious condition.
And as per my daily ritual at work, I had returned to my desk and after cleaning and shining post smoke, I was about to place the pipe away into my pack, when I got called away to a sudden and pressing meeting and left the pipe beside my keyboard.
With the meeting ending later than usual, I was in a hurry to get home and see my kid before bedtime, I had completely failed to notice that something was amiss.
On the driver home I immediately called a trusted colleague and asked that he put away the pipe on my desk, to which he replied, "what pipe on your desk?
Worry was replaced with terror.
Theft? Pipe theft? In my office? But everyone knows everyone. We're all friends. And for f**k sake I'm the only pipe smoker here!
I put my son to bed, had dinner with my wife, got in the car and made the commute to work, knowing that sleep will not arrive until I return my pipe. What am I to smoke before bed? Or tomorrow morning?
I looked everywhere, I asked security, lost and found. Not a sign or clue. And after an hour of moving every piece of hardware or furniture within a 2 meter vicinity, I got back in the car, drove home, told my wife, and sat out with one of the other pipes. Three puffs in, had to set it aside in disappointment. Not even close.
Over the course of the past four days I've heard of multiple other mysterious disappearances. The pipe however never showed up.
It's infuriating, heart breaking, disappointing.
Who the heck steals a pipe? And how am I to find one that could provide the same experience.
The frustration just makes me want to pack a bowl even more, leading to a recursive spiral of aggravation and regret.
What was the point in investing any further into more pipes when I would always make up excuses why I simply must smoke the Chacom.
The pipe was magic, bought for me by my wife before our son was born in our last adventure abroad as just the two of us ,which would make it around 8 years old, and always kept in glorious condition.
And as per my daily ritual at work, I had returned to my desk and after cleaning and shining post smoke, I was about to place the pipe away into my pack, when I got called away to a sudden and pressing meeting and left the pipe beside my keyboard.
With the meeting ending later than usual, I was in a hurry to get home and see my kid before bedtime, I had completely failed to notice that something was amiss.
On the driver home I immediately called a trusted colleague and asked that he put away the pipe on my desk, to which he replied, "what pipe on your desk?
Worry was replaced with terror.
Theft? Pipe theft? In my office? But everyone knows everyone. We're all friends. And for f**k sake I'm the only pipe smoker here!
I put my son to bed, had dinner with my wife, got in the car and made the commute to work, knowing that sleep will not arrive until I return my pipe. What am I to smoke before bed? Or tomorrow morning?
I looked everywhere, I asked security, lost and found. Not a sign or clue. And after an hour of moving every piece of hardware or furniture within a 2 meter vicinity, I got back in the car, drove home, told my wife, and sat out with one of the other pipes. Three puffs in, had to set it aside in disappointment. Not even close.
Over the course of the past four days I've heard of multiple other mysterious disappearances. The pipe however never showed up.
It's infuriating, heart breaking, disappointing.
Who the heck steals a pipe? And how am I to find one that could provide the same experience.
The frustration just makes me want to pack a bowl even more, leading to a recursive spiral of aggravation and regret.
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