Sunday, November 1, 2009

Irony

I found this pen on the floor of the JSB.
I can only imagine that the person who borrowed it couldn't  (didn't have time to or couldn't remember where it was from in order to) return it to where it belonged, and rather than living with the guilt of a marked pen, abandoned it between the sleeping benches.

Naturally, I kept it.   It's homeless now.


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