The Pen Is Mightier Than Whatever The Heck That Just Was
I’m sitting outside at a coffee shop. The table next to mine is occupied by a woman about my age. We are the only customers on the patio. She walks up and stands next to my table, waving to get my attention because I have my headphones on.
Woman: “Excuse me. Do you have a pen I could use?”
Me: “Oh, no, I don’t have a pen, sorry.”
Woman: “Okay. Thank you!”
She goes back to her table. I quickly become engrossed in my work. Suddenly, a face is inches from mine. I jump. The woman is leaning over me, waving a pen. Her face and the pen are so close they are just blurs.
Woman: *Waves the pen in my face* “I found a pen!”
Me: “Oh! Great. Thank you.”
As she straightens, the pen scrapes against my forehead. She returns to her table. I am left wondering what just happened.
I decide right then and there that I am not staying outside with this woman, so I move my stuff to a table indoors. On my way in, I pass her table, and I realize she is staring right at me.
Me: “Did you need help with something?”
She stares.
Me: “Hello?”
Woman: *Cups her hand to her ear* “Hmm? Sorry?”
Me: “Never mind.”
I got inside and didn’t look back. I checked my reflection in the restroom, but the pen had thankfully left only a tiny blue dot that I washed off easily.