Saturday, August 4, 2012


I walked to the Dairy Queen with journal and pen in hand.  But when I got there the pen was gone. I tried to borrow one from the cashier but she was down to her only pen. So I walked to the liquor store nearby. In their meager area of office supplies, they had unsharpened pencils but no pens. I asked for a pen and he ferreted through the shelves behind the counter and still no pen.

I asked if he had a pocketknife to sharpen a pencil if I bought one.  None of those either. So he scrounged around in his junk drawer and came up with this sad little stump with a caved in eraser sleeve. Pitiful! But it works. As the saying goes, a short pencil is better than a long memory.  I've dubbed it 'Stumpy."

1 comment:

Julia Writer said...

I like how you told a detailed story about the pencil and the name you gave it. Very cute!