I really don’t need matches. I am a passionate nonsmoker. They always gave them away for free, though, so I always grabbed one. (I can’t resist taking the little shampoo bottles from hotels, either.) It became a history of all the restaurants I was going to.
For one of them, a cool Greek restaurant in Chicago, when the waitress saw I was disappointed that they didn’t have matches, she wrote the name of the place in a matchbook’s inside cover for me with an enthusiastic “Opaa.” (Pictured upper right.)
When they made restaurants smoke-free (thank goodness) in Connecticut and elsewhere, the restaurants tended to stop giving out matches. I stopped collecting them.
I keep them in an old shoebox in my basement. It was fun to look through them again and remember the times I had and some trips I took. Many of the restaurants have since closed.
- Do you collect anything?
- Do you spot any places you’ve been to?
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