Editing The Pen Addict 336/transcript (section)

== Horror Stories ==


'''Brad Dowdy:''' All right, Myke. We have horror stories. And I'll take the first one because you've been reading a lot this episode. And then we'll switch them up. But first, we did have a follow-up that you'll have to play back in your heads from some of our early horror story entries. Papa Courage emailed us.

'''Myke Hurley:''' You won't forget this one.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' This was the guy. Smelling the Christmas ink in the car.

'''Myke Hurley:''' And then spilling it like two days before going to meet the president.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' Yeah. Or whatever. And we questioned whether the ink actually spilled in the car. And good news, Myke. There is. There's still Mont Blanc ink on the car in their seat. I mean the seat in their car. So, yes. Don't sniff ink and dry, folks. It's not going to end up well. So, first one for this week is from David. Hello, Brad and Myke. I have a story about my very first fountain pen. It all started January 19, 2017. This is a new user, Myke. After days of research, I finally decided to take the plunge and buy my first fountain pen and bottle of ink. That day, I ordered a clear TWSBI 580 with a medium nib and a bottle of Noodler's Polar Blue Eternal Ink from Amazon. It was a good day. The package arrived. Went home to make sure the poachers didn't steal my package. And I was disappointed to see no box. I checked the notification and see it was delivered to my mom's house, which thankfully lives only about 20 minutes from me. I sped over there, greet my mom, quickly tear open the box. It was beautiful. Never had I held such an expensive pen. I watched a few more YouTube videos to make sure I did everything correctly. Once I was ready, I went and grabbed a couple of rags and paper towels to wipe the nib once I finished. I put everything in front of me, phone off to the far left, pen to the left, rags in front, and bottle of ink to the right. Being smart, I put a paper towel under the bottle to be safe. Can't be too careful, you know. I opened the bottle. Well, man, Noodlers fills them up to the top. That's no joke, Myke. You got to be careful with those Noodlers. I pull the piston, and then I get a phone call. Thankfully, it was before I dipped the pen, so all is well. I answer, talk for a moment, and hang up. As I turn to put my phone down, I hit the bottle, and ink spills. What followed was one of the slowest 10 seconds of my life. I looked at the ink and couldn't even react. After my mind processed everything, I grabbed the ink bottle and capped it and shut it. Ink all over the place. You would think that that would be the end of the story, Myke, but you'd be wrong. The part I didn't include earlier is that I was doing this on the living room floor.

'''Myke Hurley:''' Oh.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' That is carpet.

'''Myke Hurley:''' Oh.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' I get up and see the floor has a big blue blob of ink. My foot is covered in ink. I had made myself comfortable and took my shoes off earlier. I grabbed the rags and wiped my foot and dabbed the floor with paper towels. I go to the shower and try to clean my foot. This stuff is pretty permanent, so that didn't work out so well. My foot looked like I was half Smurf and half character from Avatar. I frantically look for videos about how to clean and scramble to do those directions. Still blue. I call my wife since she has an SUV and I tell her I need one of those industrial vacuums from Home Depot.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' We get that. And I'm washing and vacuuming the floor for about two hours straight.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' When the floors are clean, the water tubs you empty should be fairly clear. They were still coming up blue. The picture attached, and he sent me like seven pictures, shows how blue the water was coming up from the carpet. After hour three, my mom says, don't worry about it. The carpet is old anyway. Just buy me carpet when the time comes.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' So my $60 pen and 13 bottles of ink will eventually cost me new carpet at my mom's. I still hear about it from time to time. My mom brings it up. My wife brings it up. My sister also reminds me every once in a while. It's a story that will live in my family's memory for the foreseeable future. Since then, it's been a great relationship between pens and I with very few accidents since. That's the story of David and his first fountain pen. I may make it into a children's book someday. Brad. So, Myke.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' Now. Let me just, before you even continue, let me just say, I got a foot picture in this email, okay?

'''Brad Dowdy:''' I got a picture of a blue foot in my email from this email.

'''Myke Hurley:''' Brad, I think this has got it. I think this is everything I'm looking for in a horror story, right? This is, you have ruined something. Your whole point of this was to get a pen and ink. You dumped half the ink, right? His first pen and ink.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' This is his first.