Thursday, November 6, 2008

Why does the universe like to eat Sharpies, then spit them out?


I usually have a Sharpie on me at all times...because really, you never know when one will come in handy. If it's not on my physical person, there's one in the dash of the car.


Lately it seems that every time I've used a Sharpie, when I retrieve it from it's living place it's not there. I walk from my desk to the supply drawer to fetch a new one and by the time I get back to my desk, there's the original Sharpie.


What's the deal? Is my doppelganger just messing with me? I did buy a box of "industrial" Sharpies. "Specially formulated ink for industrial, commercial and laboratory use. Super-permanent black ink." I'm wondering if they have an auto-cloaking feature too?

2 comments:

Whiskeymarie said...

I lose, on average, 20 sharpies per semester. I take a new one out, put it in my pocket, and by the end of the day one of my students has nabbed it.

I give up.

Good thing I get them for free, otherwise I'd be chasing those jerks down the hall after class and tackling them to get my damn sharpie back.
Bastards.

Jocelyn said...

We must be truly vigilant to not ever let the Sharpies know how much we love them and how useful they are. (and coveted by everyone) It is my fear that one day they'll catch on and we'll wake up to a crazy Sharpie take-over world and we'll be wearing those crazy cartoon mustaches.

Wiskey - thanks for reading and commenting not once but TWICE! I have such a blog crush on you. I think you're awesome!