I sat down next to a guy at a staff meeting on Wednesday last week, who's in his mid-forties. An attendance sheet was passed around the room for us to sign, and after I signed in using a Varsity disposable, I passsed the sheet to him.
He looked at me and held out his hand for my pen, not knowing what it was I had used. I started to hand it to him and then paused. I pulled it back, then offered it back to him. I held the nib up for him to see, and said something like, "I'm not sure you want to use this one."
He wordlessly snatched it from me with his left hand, turned the attendance sheet ninety degrees counterclockwise, and quickly signed in. He handed my pen back, and said, "Believe it or not, we had pensmanship classes in grade school when I was a kid. I had to learn to write with one of those."
Never judge a book by its cover, I guess. I didn't expect that response from someone else who graduated high school in the 1980's.
(I use the varsity disposable at work just because it's disposable. I don't want to lose a nice pen in a struggle.)
He looked at me and held out his hand for my pen, not knowing what it was I had used. I started to hand it to him and then paused. I pulled it back, then offered it back to him. I held the nib up for him to see, and said something like, "I'm not sure you want to use this one."
He wordlessly snatched it from me with his left hand, turned the attendance sheet ninety degrees counterclockwise, and quickly signed in. He handed my pen back, and said, "Believe it or not, we had pensmanship classes in grade school when I was a kid. I had to learn to write with one of those."
Never judge a book by its cover, I guess. I didn't expect that response from someone else who graduated high school in the 1980's.
(I use the varsity disposable at work just because it's disposable. I don't want to lose a nice pen in a struggle.)