Mightier than the sword

Some days I’m a pen shedder, and some days I’m a pen accumulator. Today was one of the latter. When I emptied my pockets at the end of my shift, I had three pens. One was red, strangely enough, so not particularly useful, but there was one quite nice one that I didn’t recognize at all. Odd to have been using it all day, signing drug charts and the like, with no idea of where it came from. It’s a keeper though, unless someone else recognizes it and claims it, or until I lose it on my next shedding day.