2205. Norm’s Ancestral Monstrosity

No one in the house smoked, but Norm had inherited his grandfather’s ashtray. It not only served no purpose whatsoever, but it was ugly. In fact Norm referred to it as “My Ancestral Monstrosity”.

The summer was hot and Norm, who worked from home, had every door and window open. A breeze! Thank goodness! Norm’s papers began to blow about. What he needed was a paper weight. Ah! Grandpa’s ashtray!

With such a miscreation sitting on his desk Norm could not help but notice the despicable thing all day.  He typed the ashtray into a search engine.

It what? How much? That thing? Goodness gracious! I’ll be damned!

Norm hastily put the ashtray for sale online and went outside in search of a rock.

27 thoughts on “2205. Norm’s Ancestral Monstrosity

  1. Catxman

    I don’t smoke either. Norm and I have something in common. Perhaps there was a day in my vulnerable youth when I would have picked up the vile habit but that “mis-opportunity” passed me by, and here I am, smoke-free and glad for it.

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  2. observationblogger

    You seem to be up and about Bruce after your first dosis of heroin, scrub that – the COVID vaccine. I have my first Monday.
    I gather Norm didn’t get on well with his Grandpa since an old ugly ashtray could serve as an icebreaker for invited guests. Just like a coffee table book with illustrations of Bruce’s best short stories. Hehe
    Cheers

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Thank you for the compliment Matthew. If it wasn’t for having a vague memory I wouldn’t have known I had the vaccination. Didn’t even feel the prick (no – the prick doesn’t refer to the person giving me the vaccination!)

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              1. badfinger20 (Max)

                I do agree with that. I don’t really get on facebook bt they have a thing called Marketplace where you can sell things in your area. You meet or whatever….

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                  1. badfinger20 (Max)

                    LOL…yea the only reason I joined was because a friend of mine does a streaming music show and that is how I watch it.
                    Bruce I love collecting….that is a weak point in me. I describe it as…if you were a teenager in the 60s and 70s…this is what you would have…that is the stuff that I look for. I want an Egg Chair with a stereo but they are hard to find…I don’t want a new one…I want the history with it. At least I know it was around then.

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                    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

                      That’s a fantastic “hobby” – and the 60s/70s certainly produced some unique collectibles. Looking around I don’t collect anything these days – I used to collect rooster ornaments. After every play of mine got performed I would buy an ornamental cockerel. But then people thought I collected them and I would get given them as gifts and they had no associated meaning – so I lost interest.

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                    2. badfinger20 (Max)

                      I can see that completely…it has to have some meaningful attachment to mean something. With me I have to have the real thing…not a retro object or reproduction. I want to look at it and know it breathed the air back then…the history has to be there.

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  3. noelleg44

    You never know! My brother and I brought back a tankard of metal from the dump many years ago, when as children we loved going to the dump with my father. No pick-up of waste in those days! It’s still with me and I decided to polish it after all these years – I discover it’s brass and bronze and have a good idea it is worth a lot, Hand-made and at least 100+ years old!

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