Caught Red Ink Handed

(I work in a parking garage, and the parking officers are notorious for stealing our pens. Half of what we do is hand written, while they rarely hand write anything. They give us our breaks sometimes. This happens when I am coming back from a break. At the time, I am using my own pen.)

Me: “Hold on. Where’s my pen?”

Officer: “It was right there. Maybe it fell?”

Me: “That was my own pen because the one in here vanished earlier. The main office is closed and I don’t have anything to write with. Do you have an extra?”

Officer: “No, just the one, and I need it.”

Me: *catching on* “Can I see it?”

Officer: *hands it over*

Me: “Funny, I didn’t realize they provided pens with my full name on it.”

(I’d never seen one of those guys run so fast.)