Believe it or not, I own a
metal spork.
It's true.
A friend of mine found it in a
utensil drawer of a
dorm's kitchen.
I demanded he let me have it, since I let him buy the plastic,
three-eyed Toy Story alien I found in a bin at a
second-hand store.
It's really
heavy, this metal spork, and the
tines in the middle are
very sharp, and much longer than on a traditional plastic spork.
My metal spork is my pride and joy.
Along with my coconut monkey.