Digging in my pocket trying to reach some change for the laundry machine I pulled out what seems like the largest piece of lint my pockets have ever produced. It was really that big. Big enough to knit a very small mitten, and no matter how I try to justify it's existence part of me knows it just can't be. Something doesn't feel right, something is off here.

I'm fairly good at emptying my pockets before tossing them in the laundry hamper, and when I do use tissue it never goes in my pocket (can you say incubator), so where did it come from? The little bits of lint my pockets naturally produced would have been promptly picked out the moment I put them on after a wash, something I learned to do as a smoker to prevent my Bic lighter from getting clogged. But this was different. The shape and colour indicate it as a build up, a gradual build up over time of cotton fibers, like someone cleaned the dryer lint trap and stuffed it in my pocket as some kind of sick, sick joke. I wonder if there'll be anything left but a zipper, button and a handful of rivets in 5-10 years if this trend continues.

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