This morning I was taking my pens and pencils out for the day and reached for my eyedroppered Preppy full of BSB. I've been on a clumsy roll and it goes flying out of my hands, hits the nightstand, bounces up with the cap flying one direction and the pen headed for the nice new carpet my wife had put in a few months ago. That moment - watching the plastic tube of unmitigated horror - flip through the air...well it sickenly seemed to take forever. I do believe I was near panic when I went to get it off the floor to find...nothing. Pen just laying there, no ink anywhere. Checked for cracking, found none, and finally breathed. Man I love that ink but having watched it stain a STAINLESS STEEL sink, the idea of trying to explain to a wife who already finds my various AD's to be a sign of mental illness that there's a pretty blue design to the carpet in the bedroom....well that's a conversation that I'm happy I don't have to have today!
Have a good day guys!