Ink

The following is a work of fiction

Ink

"Shoot! AWW Damnit!" I looked down at my new skirt. My ball point pen had started leaking for no reason. My skirt was ruined. Why is it that you don't notice crap like this until its too late? I ran to the bathroom to try and wash some of the ink out right away. Maybe I would be able to salvage it.

I arrived in the bathroom down the hall from my office only to notice there were no paper towels with which to scrub the ink stain. At least it wasn't a huge stain. But it had centered itself right in the front. Now I had to wet my skirt. That's going to look fabulous. I groaned aloud.

"Hey Cheryl, what's up?" I turned around to see Karlee from reception.

"Oh, My freaking pen leaked all over my skirt"

"Isn't that your new one?"

"Ugh, Yes. It's so frustrating! I saved up for this skirt"

"For a skirt you were going to just wear to work?"

"Work's as good a place as any to make an impression. Probably the best place."

She gave me a puzzled look and shrugged her shoulders. Karlee was only 23. I supposed she thought a dress for club hopping was more worth the effort. I gave her a wave as she left and began scrubbing my skirt with my nails.

I exited the bathroom with the stain much less noticable light shade of blue and a huge wet area right in front of my crotch.

So much for making an impression at work. I passed by the boss on my way back to my office. He gave me a strange look I couldn't interpret. One thing was for certain. Every ball point pen in my office was going into the garbage.

The End