After I got to the car, I thought: “What are you doing??????”
*thumps self in head*
I need another ink pen like I need a job. Regardless, I brought the pen home and added it to the 3, 458 pens I already have.
What makes me do that? I just can’t seem to help myself. Recently, I was at a festival where places like Wellstar, Metro PS, and churches were giving away pens. I readily picked them up and brought them home to add to my stash.
Hello. Landfill fodder.
This is just a bad habit and left over from my teaching days when a mug full of pens usually disappeared the first week of school as one student after another “borrowed” one because he couldn’t find his. You know -- the first week of school and what on earth would a student need with something to write with?
*thumps students in heads*
Somewhere out there is a black hole full of ink pens and pencils, sucked out of the classroom, lockers, notebooks, and book bags of former and current students.
I admit I am an office product nerd. Folders. Post it Notes. Erasers. Paper clips. Scotch tape. Note paper. Sharpies. They just make me happy.
I don’t go in places like Office Depot without making sure I have reread my brochure: Office Supplies Store Intervention: 8 Easy Steps in Avoiding the Pen and Pencil Aisle.
Nothing makes me happier, however, than a good writing pen -- and nothing makes me happier than a FREE good writing pen.
When I taught school, I primarily used the Bic stic pen. I used the blue or black ones for recording, making out lesson plans or tests [ they were awesome for dittos], researching, or doodling during faculty meetings.
I had the annoying habit of holding on to a pen till it ran out of ink, and I was notorious for keeping up with it and not allowing anyone to borrow it. I acted like it was a Mont blanc or something.
When I first got married, David said, “I have never seen anyone use a pen till it ran out of ink.”
Me: I'm special like that.
The red ones -- yes -- I adored, and I used them for marking papers. I loved them -- medium point red Bic stic pens. I think that I used a packet a year. My students hated those pens -- and would groan when their papers, bleeding with comments, were returned. I loved it -- those pens wrote so well that I just couldn’t control myself. I called those pens -- soldiers. Red soldiers -- dying in the fight against comma splices, passive voice, and lameness.
The Bic stic pen were cheap. Really. Cheap. I bought them at the beginning of grading season by the dozen. When I was particularly optimistic, I would buy two packs.
Grading season. Ha. Always open.
*laughs at own joke*
When I first taught school, I bought 24 Bic stic pens for a dollar. At one time, they were 19 cents each, but I don’t remember when that was -- they were always cheaper by the dozen.
Speaking of math: My friend Jane told me about a great t-shirt she saw in Chapel Hill.
You Do the Math
You Do the Math
So, today, I picked up yet another pen because I could. Not because I need it, but because it is a bad habit.
Bad Habit Number 1.
And there will not be a post on Bad Habit Number 2.
BTW: The Bic pen writes "the first time, every time" commercials were classic. I searched, but I couldn't find the one with the figure skater attaching one to her skate, doing a couple of figure eights, and then writing with it. :)