...one morning a couple months ago in my kitchen:
A single piece of popped popcorn sitting on the leftmost edge of that long and weighty handle that opens your oven door for you.
. . .
(I had been popping popcorn the previous night and the single piece of popcorn must have fallen there when I was transferring my popcorn from the pot I'd popped it in into the big glass bowl that I use for eating popcorn, and then I must not have seen it since my oven/stove thing that people sometimes call a "range" is white, and so the popcorn blended in with it if you just glanced and didn't look at it too closely.)
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