Apparently, pens are in high demand. I made a Cigar Pen for a colleague, who told me that his wife wanted it for her own. I made the Cedar Cigar pen in my Projects page for her as a gift, but it looks like I’ve started a war of the sexes. Here’s a note from my colleague:
I start this by mentioning that me and my wife have always maintained the position of “What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine”. For many years this has been a seamless arrangement without incident until now. I rarely grow partial to possessions but one item in particular has caused me to develop a bond. That item is my pen that you had crafted for me.
When I was given the pen I took it home proudly and showed my wife. This was the first mistake. As I noticed her eyes gleaming while she examined the scribing instrument I failed to retrieve the item immediately upon examination. Then the tasks of everyday home life had taken precedence and the pen became an after thought. It wasn’t until the next day that I had realized that I needed my new tool and remembered the previous day’s events. Then it hit me. I was victim to an elaborate scheme to take my pen from me. The culprit was my wife. As I replayed the sequence of events I begin to see how the dastardly deed unfolded.
My wife took immediate interest in the pen and decided that she was adopting it for herself. Her stratagem was to distract me with menial tasks to the point of where I would forget. If at any time she felt I was going to remember she would discuss things that she knew would cause my mind to drift into what I call “man land”. Her plan was devious yet effective.
I had explained that my wife had grown fond of the pen but I did not let you into how much so. Mark, you came to the rescue with a fine replacement for her. When I showed her the new pen that was for her I saw the same gleam that she had shown when she viewed my pen. I was ecstatic as I assumed my pen would be returned to its rightful owner. This was not the case. I could tell that my wife was calculating her next move by tasking me to do menial things in the same fashion as the night before while she abducted the replacement pen that was designed for her! It was then I realized her plot. She was planning on keeping both pens. Not on my watch!! I acted as if I was unaware of what she was up to and complied with her directives as not to let on that I was full aware of her mission. I watch her carefully and planned accordingly. I decided to act when the time was right.
I reversed her psychology and begin discussing work related issues particularly technology challenges that I was facing and I begin to see her drift in “Chick land”. She wondered off into the bedroom and I frantically looked for my pen. I could not find it. I panicked and wondered “Did she hold my new pen hostage?”. “Was she on to my scheme?”. Time had run out and I went to bed saddened yet determined. But luck was on my side. As I awoke the next morning I was preparing for my day and I glanced over by the counter and behold there it was. Not my pen mind you, but the one I had given her to keep. She had carelessly laid it on the counter next to her notepad. I eagerly took the pen as my hostage until my pen can be rightfully returned to me.
Hopefully, they will sort out this tension and get back to writing with their own pens. Teaches me a lesson, though: Married couples get matching pens from now on!
-- Mark, Florida, http://penturner.wordpress.com/