I bought a set of nice pens for work, my job requires alot of notes so I quickly learned the value of investing in writing utensils.

About a month ago one of them went missing, and so I asked around if anyone had accidentally walked out of my office with it. Everyone including this old sneaky ass night guy named Jim said that no, they didn’t know anything about it.

Now I’m not a psycho or a poorcel, so I forgot about the whole thing, ordered a new set, and moved on.

Well low and behold, last night Jim had a heart attack. He’s recovering in the hospital now but when they rushed him out of the office he left all his belongings right where his heart attack occurred. To my surprise, right there with his notes, measuring tape, and water bottle, was my pen.

Now, there’s really no winning here. I realize it’s just a pen, and I’m not gonna be the guy who takes the Heart Attack survivor to HR. Also, if I were to confront him about it, he could very well have another heart attack.

I tried to format this on my phone, so if it looks like a long paragraph, my bad.