I was passing by my Doctor’s nurse’s desk (shelf? station?) when I was struck by this big glass vase she had there. I thought at first it was an ornamental display of some kind it was so colorful, and I paused to look at it. Then she said “Oh, that’s my jar, I save the lids from vials and syringes and toss ’em in there. I love to run my fingers though it.” I had to grin at that, because I’d just suppressed the urge to stick my hand in there and let the pieces trickle through my fingers. I bet it makes a neat sound too.
(ETA: This photo was taken June 12, 2008. )