Pass the Salt

I need to thank three friends for their help in this post: Shannon, Kurt, and Marc.

These are my salt and pepper shakers.

The salt is on the right.

And here is the story behind them.

About three years ago two good friends (Shannon and Kurt) were moving out of the country and had an "Anti-Housewarming Party" which basically means come over and take any of the stuff for yourself that they didn't want to move with them. I picked up a really cute salt and pepper shaker set. The salt was an orange wedge and the pepper was a lime wedge.
About two weeks ago Jacob dropped the pepper shaker on the floor and it broke. I don't know what he was doing... he has been known to "drink" from the shakers and then I would have to empty and clean them which annoys me, so maybe it was that. Anyways....
So now I only have a salt shaker. But then I notice the little grain elevator that has been sitting on the back of my stove for about six years and has made three moves with us.
When I lived in Saskatoon I saw a commercial on TV for these commemorative salt and pepper shakers (the salt one had a white roof) for the city's 100th anniversary. The only problem was you had to buy a bottle of Polar Vodka to get one. I told my my friend and co-worker, Marc, about my problem. A couple weeks later he surprised me at work with the pepper shaker. (You had to buy something else, I don't remember what, to get the salt shaker).
And that is the story of my somewhat unique salt and pepper shaker set.