I am an amnesia victim. At least that’s what my tag says. No one seems to know who or what I am so I am just referred to as a whatchamacallit. I know I’m something. At least no calls me “whatzit,” like the much maligned mascot of the 1996 Atlanta Olympic Games. I’m just an unknown commodity.
I was last seen in an antique shop. Before that I was in a yard sale where my current owner saw me and just thought I was the coolest piece of metal. Unknown origin, unknown purpose, but super cool!
The only thing I can tell you is that I’m made of some kind of cast metal. And, I’m very dirty. Grease all over me I think. Suggests that perhaps I did something in a kitchen. I have what seems like a handle. And there is a receptacle of some sort on me. And other than the big opening in my middle, there is a hole in the receptacle for something to flow through. Did I make waffles?
Who knows? Anybody out there have any idea as to who I might be? Wait, someone must know. I think I’m going to a new home. SOLD!
That’s part of my story. What’s yours?