Okay, that was seriously weird. So, I was bringing up a new case of beer from the basement, and I damn near fell and broke my neck over
some damn stick that was just lying around.
I have no idea what it was, or where it came from. Probably some old piece of junk from some art installation or something. But for some damn reason, I couldn't stop looking at it.
Later, I went back down and brought it up again. It's under the bar now. I don't know why, but I like having it there.