It has been years since I bought a cigarette lighter.
Back in the day, Jim and I both smoked. We found a convenience store that gave us a lighter whenever we bought a carton of cigarettes. With me smoking a pack a day, and Jim, two or three times that, the lighters began to pile up. After 2005, Jim was the only smoker in the house, but the lighters still piled up. They took over the junk drawer. We had gallon-sized freezer bags full of them. That all ended a couple of years ago.
I have torn apart every junk drawer in this house, and can't find a single lighter. I believe I have used them all. I know I gave a few away, but that's a lot of candles!
So, now I have to buy a lighter (rubbing two candles together doesn't work). I feel just a bit guilty doing it. I know I'm not a kid, and it's nobody's business what I do with my lighters...but still...it just feels odd. Like going out to dinner by myself. Something "nice women" of a "certain age" just don't do.
Well, I have candles, dammit, and they won't burn by themselves!