I was in the storage area of the department in the university where I work yesterday with another lady in my office. We were talking about the archival quality of the creepy basement and ink and paper. When we got back upstairs, I had to check-out certain archived materials with her so that I could take them to my office to peruse them. She wrote down everything that I took with a pencil bearing our university’s logo. I noticed a yellow pencil by her keyboard that she had been using earlier. More in cups.
J: R, do you like pencils?
R: What? Oh, yes.
J: Me, too (in a whisper).
R: I don’t trust pens. They never work when you need them to.
J: I’m taking some boys camping this weekend, and I told them to bring a notebook and pencil because it’s likely to be too cold for ink to flow where we’re going…
And I went back to my office glad that I’m not quite the only pencil at work.