I remember these. I used to like to squish the bottom around. The original fidget spinner.
I lived in an old apartment house years ago with a mother and son on sight maintenance team.This brought up a memory of my grandma. Sitting on her couch covered in plastic smoking her cigarette, watching her show. Her ash would be longer than the cigarette. It never broke. The ash never touched the floor. It always made it into the ashtray, and if not, she would ash right into her hand.