Which one is yours?

Time for some nonfiction comedy! I'm so glad I get to tell this story!

Okay, so, in seventh grade I was kind of weird. We all were. But I was wayyyy into drawing, and I had these amazing erasable pens that I treasured like gold. I took 'em with me everywhere.

So one time at a class meeting, I left them on a table to talk to a teacher-- and out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone take them right off the table, not a few feet away!

I was too passive to confront them directly, so I memorized their face and waited for an opportunity to ask nicely for them to give it back.

When I finally got the chance, it was study hall. I tried to be as polite and forgiving as I could, even though I was super mad. I said, "hey, you might have taken my pen by mistake, can I have it back?"

And I swear to you, this guy turned over his laptop case and THOUSANDS of pens and pencils spilled out. I've never seen so many writing utensils in the same place. It was a legitimate PILE!

And he just goes, "which one is yours?"

I didn't even know what to do. I picked mine off the top and just... Walked out. The guy was nutty, a freakin' kleptomaniac if I've ever seen one. I don't know what I expected, but it was NOT that!