My favorite green pen

In 2005, I had a meeting onsite in the office of a brand manager. We do pull-through templates for his business unit.

I happened to be right over by Janet P.'s office, so I figured I'd drive by. We go way back to Parke-Davis and I hadn't seen her since Brian Adam's unwashed socks sold for over a grand on eBay. We may have had a conversation about that. But I digress.

Janet wasn't there and her door was locked.

Not to worry. I whipped out my favorite green ballpoint and began to write her a note. Right in the middle, I dropped the pen. It bounced once on the carpet and shot under her door. I got down and peered underneath. All I could see was nubby blue carpeting and maybe a chair leg off in the distance.

I finished the note with a blue bic and solomnly informed Janet that my favorite pen was somewhere on her office floor. For safety reasons, she should proceed with caution.

A year goes by.

Friday, I was onsite in the new building over there and ran into Janet. Her office had been moved. She told me to follow her because she had been saving something for me. My favorite green pen. It was a happy reunion.