Inkless Sin
Ever find yourself doing your job when you realize something was amiss? Yeah, me too.
MC: Do you know why I stopped you?
FSE (Future Staples Employee): Speeding?
MC: Yeah…do you have your license, registration and insurance today?
FSE: Here you go.
Here’s where the “amiss” part comes in. I walked back to the bike to begin scratching out the ticket. I got about halfway through when I noticed something odd. Seems the ink was getting lighter and lighter. As any good Motor knows, you should always carry an extra pen, right?
Right?
Yeah, I didn’t have an extra pen. Then, a spark of genius!
MC: Ma’am, would you happen to have a pen?
FSE: Uh…sure.
MC: Thank you.
I proceeded to finish out the cite and returned to the car.
MC: Okay, I just need your signature on the yellow highlighted portion. And here’s your pen back.
Ah, the early signs of my once palpitating heart beginning to slow and grow thick with black sludge. Enough to bring a tear to the eye. If only they hadn’t dried up as well. *Sigh*









