As I was signing the credit card slip, I noticed that the pen the cleaner handed me felt familiar. I turned it over and around and looked at it carefully. Turned out that it was one of my pens. Apparently, I must've left it in the pocket of one of my shirts when I dropped them off.
So, I told the cleaner "Hey...that's my pen." She quickly grabbed the pen and the credit card slip and said "Bye-bye. Thank you Misser Helpon."
I wanted my pen so I added a bit more emphatically "No. That's my pen!"
"Hokay. Thank you Misser Helpon."
"No. My pen. I want my pen back!"
"Hokay. Bye Misser Helpon!"
"Pen! My pen!
"Hokay. Bye."
"@#&*$!!!!"
... And that's how I lost my pen.
-Paul
1 comment:
I have a pen you can borrow if you like Mr. Helpon:) Could we have more Ethan info. I am really concerned with his minutia:) Hope that didn't hurt your feelings:)
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