Ghost Rock

I was being held hostage by my jeans. My backup pair had gone from sexily worn in to downright shabby. My backup-backup pair were so worn I would probably get arrested if I wore them outside the house. That left me with only one pair of presentable jeans. Laundry day was cause for concern.

I broke down yesterday and went on a jeans hunt. Years ago the Gap had decided that I was not a big enough market sector to continue to manufacture the one style of jeans that I could buy off the rack without having to try on so now I have to do that whole drag a hundred pairs into the dressing room and try them all on.

Here's my system: Go through the store and pick out two sizes of each acceptable pair (mid rise, straight leg, faded out). Go into the dressing room and start trying on - one pile for immediate rejects, one pile for possible. Go back through the possibles and make cuts. Do a final survey of the best ones. I'm telling you this so you know that I tried on this pair of jeans THREE times before I was willing to shell out fifty bucks for three dollars worth of denim.

This morning I go in and put on my lovely new jeans and immediately I feel something in the pocket. In the little goofy whatever they call it pocket I find a little white rock.

Here is a picture of it:



I put a Tic-Tac next to it so you could see how big it is. This is not a rock that would have been missed during the try on process.

I mentally went throught the airport security checklist: No, the bag had not been out of my possession since purchase. No, nobody had asked me to carry anything for them.

The reason I'm telling you all this is so that if I am ever caught with drugs I can say "I find stuff in my pockets all the time. I can prove it! I don't know how it got there."

How did this rock get there?

Is it really even a rock?

Maybe it's a tracking device.

What should I do with this object?