I scribble lots of notes, but when Laura and I are out and about she never seems to have a pen in her purse when I need one. That said, she surprised me the other day when she produced one upon request. It was the cheap, twist to open type of pen that you often see on the nightstand at a hotel.
Me: Thanks for the pen!
Laura: No problem.
Me: I don’t recognize this hotel. Where did you get this?
Laura: I dunno. I think I accidentally stole it.
Me: You’re telling me that I’m writing with a hot pen? Stealing is bad.
Me: Where did you steal it from? Work? Your Mom?
Laura: Uh… I think… Church.
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We’ll add that to your bill.
Sounds like a deal to me. Laura, you owe Steve four cents.