The Plastic Pens: A Short Story

Plastic pens (Click picture for larger view)

At work, the authority of a person is inversely proportional to the number of pens that person is carrying. ~ Author Unknown

This reminds me of a funny incident. Nyssa's favorite restaurant in the world is Don Pablos. We have one in Chesapeake and I took her to supper there in early June. It was obvious by the number of dropped plates and glasses and the hysterical looks on the waiter's faces; there were quite a few new trainees. One fellow was thin with red hair and glasses. He looked nervous. His shirt was tucked in and he had on his little pouched apron that held his order pad and pen. I should say pens. Many pens. Over a dozen, maybe close to two dozen. Different sizes and colors and he had them all organized in a row, hooked into the pouch pockets from the longest pen to the shortest. All separated according to color; black, blue, red, & green. Not a pen out of place. He was the only one with this arrangement. All the other waiters had one, maybe two pens and these were thrown haphazardly into the apron pockets. I'm thinking obsessive compulsive here.

We visited again a couple weeks ago. Yep, you guessed it. The OC waiter is still there and his pens are still in his pocket, all in a row according to size and color.

Submission for MacroDay topic "plastic". (end of post)