I work at US Bank.
Here's something you should know about banks:
They go through a LOT of pens.
When I see a bank with pens on the end of chains
So they cannot leave the counter,
I understand. And i envy them.
Because at US Bank we supply the world with pens.
When i started my Job, I never had a pen.
And i could never find a pen.
They all mysteriously disappear.
This is a problem when there are deposit tickets and withdrawal slips that need to be completed.
So i started bringing my own pen.
It was nothing special.
Too nice of a pen wouldn't last more than an hour at the bank.
It was blue, with a translucent tube that made it identifiable.
Other than its appearance, it was just another pen.
But it was mine.
And it represented something important to me.
I actually stole that pen (sorry, hypocrisy) from a Ski Shop in Utah.
So, every time I wrote with that pen,
I was reminded of Bannanograms and Mario Kart.
Of Stephen Colbert and Taco Johns.
Of the friends that I miss,
And the memories that were made to embark 2011.
But unlike that pen, which died about a month ago (RIP),
Those memories and those friends will stay with me.
