Being an old textile town, its no surprise that I stumble across old mill stuff. Rooting around in the pen jar I found one great example of another bit of mill trivia.
The pen jar is like the island of misfit toys; too good to toss, too crappy to give away to grown people. The kids use em for their homework. Duchess and me use it for grocery lists.
This pen was from a long since failed cotton mill. And I’m sure whoever purchased it didn’t think the pen would outlive their employer. It’s not a particularly nice pens, just a plastic two piece with a fading decoration. Looks like a spartan shield sorta, and the ink is failing. Prolly not long for this world, but it’s ok for grocery lists.
#izzatus?
There’s that old joke about the pessimistic old guy who doesn’t even buy green bananas. I doubt NOT buying these pens woulda extended the mill’s reign, and buying more pens certainly wouldn’t have help keep em around either. It was prolly fated to have closed anyway. As a marketing, business development, and tribe leader kinda guy, I wonder what coulda helped keep them around.
And as I use their dying pen, imabe trying to draw some lesson. We order pens all the time, and I damn sure hope our clients outlive their swag.