There is a woman I work with, Linda, who is the silliest person I know. There really are no accurate words to describe her. Loud, dingy, goofy, space-cadet...these are just the first few that come to mind. She walks up to the inventory desk this morning and this is part of the conversation I heard:
Linda (in red): Oh, crap, I forgot my pen.
Teresa (in blue): Here, use mine.
Oh, this pen writes really nice! Where did you get it?
I know, it's my favorite. My son got it from an Army recruiter when they were at his school and I took it from him.
How much ink is left?
(With a look of total confusion) Huh?
I mean, how long have you had it?
I don't know, a couple of weeks.
So there is still plenty of ink left in it?
I guess.
Can I have it?
Teresa of course was not going to give up the pen! Everyone that sits in that part of the office by this time had poked our heads out of our cubbies and was starring open-mouthed at the two of them. When Linda left the room we all looked at one another and laughed out loud. Who asks if they can have a pen when the person the pen belongs to just told you it's their favorite? I think it's common knowledge that if you loan someone a pen and they like it, there's a good chance they will steal it. My mom is a perfect example of this. Her purse is weighted down by pens that has has taken from work, schools, doctors and dentists offices, and anywhere else they seem to be just laying around. (I in turn take them from her to fill my own purse!)
I don't know why it struck me a funny that she asked if she could have it. I am glad that others laughed too. Maybe it was just because of who it was and her goofy and off beat personality, but it just made my Monday morning!
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