The Old Coot pens an article.
By Merlin Lessler
All of a sudden, I noticed my pen supply in the kitchen was
nearing extinction. No problem. Or so I thought. I’ll just go to my office and
grab a handful; they probably just migrated there. Guess what? That pen holder
was also down, only two pencils and one pen. I checked the garage, no help
there. So, where are the pens? I’m sure I had an overflowing supply of pens.
Someplace.
It’s quite irksome, especially since I’m a hog when it
comes to free pens. Like at the bank, when the clerk says to take a couple. I
do, but more than a couple. Some banks fasten their pens to a chain. I’m not
getting to many places that hand out pens. It’s my own fault. I do most of my
banking online or at an ATM.
Doctor’s offices don’t give away pens; they do let you
borrow one to write a note to yourself. For me it’s usually a doctor’s name. I
can’t remember it ten seconds after I hear it. The receptionist acts as a chain
connected to the pen in those places.
Now, I’ll have to buy some new pens. Probably several six
packs at the Dollar store. That, and I’ll be on the lookout for freebies.
Beware to places with a bunch of pens out in the open for customer use. An old
coot is on the prowl.
Ps. I bought two packages of pens at the dollar store. One
had four pens with a nice rubberized grip.
The other package had six red colored pens. Great! I told myself; they
will stand out when I drop one someplace around the house. Then my wife asked
why I bought so many pens with red ink. (Because I didn’t read the label on the
package, is what I should have said. But, I do that all the time and don’t get
what I think I’m getting.) Instead, I said I like red ink a lot.
PPS. – I found the missing pens. I’d collected some of the
excess pens a few months ago and put them in a place where “I’d never forget.”
But I did.
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