I patted the pockets, as I always do when I put on clothes I haven't worn in a while. I've been missing a spare set of car keys for a few years now, and I'm pretty sure they're in a pocket somewhere. I didn't find any keys, but in one of the chest pockets, I found an old Rocky Patel Torpedo. I gave up cigars years ago. But I figured this this was a grandfathered-in "gift" cigar. I wouldn't be buying any new cigars, just finishing off the last of what I had on hand. Heck, it would be wasteful to just throw it out. It was completely dried out, of course, so I put it in a plastic bag with a moist paper towel. In about a week, it should be prime. Wow, I thought, this is great. I really miss cigars. I set it aside, went on my trip, and came home last night. The only problem now is that I have no idea where I put the cigar. I'll bet it's in the pocket of something.