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on April 26, 2015

4/26/2015 11:55 a.m. pen

I must really care about my writing because as the plane ascends and hits a rough patch, I wonder how I’m supposed to be able to reach overhead for the oxygen without losing my pen and paper.

If I lose my pen, my special writing pen, I will demand special permission to get up and seek it out. I will crawl down the twenty-four inch wide aisle military style, on my belly, until I find my precious scepter of creativity. Nothing will stop me — the risk of being videoed and YouTubed — no biggy. I’m wearing my good jeans, the ones that make everything look firm.  My face will be obscured.

And if the event is investigated, if they kick me off the plane, I will go, but not quietly.

I will be shouting the praises of my Pilot G-2 .035 fine point pen. Commercial endorsements will be in my future. I’ll make loads of money – pull back to part time work — write the next great American novel!

4/26/2015 11:57 a.m.

The turbulence stopped. No dramatic drop of disposable face masks.


Shoot. What was I going to put down next?

6 responses to “Oxygen

  1. My wife has a marking pencil that she loves yet is always misplacing. I say to her “I always put everything away where it belongs, that way I never lose anything.” By the look she gives me I can tell she is not appreciating my input.

  2. Victo Dolore says:

    You made me giggle! 🙂

  3. Nancy Riley says:

    Made me laugh. By the way…Ron typically has a pen.

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