Editing The Pen Addict 366/transcript (section)

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'''Brad Dowdy:''' I had no idea that's what contained, was contained in this email. I am astonished at the story. I'm astonished at the links that Tony goes to to protect his clients. I'm astonished that it wasn't just like scribble junk notes on there. That's the best part.

'''Myke Hurley:''' I thought it was just going to be something but the BFF was perfect.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' That the client like genuinely loved Tony and was just making, that was his way of showing it on a very legal and precious document that had to be presented to the judge. That's a Hall of Famer for me.

'''Myke Hurley:''' I'm teetering on one point.

'''Myke Hurley:''' That the act is actually a sweet one. That doesn't seem to make it horror to me.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' It might have been for Tony. Got dressed down from the marine level judge. Tony had to stand there and take the daggers.

'''Myke Hurley:''' So I'm going to make a, we're going to make a slight amendment to the rules here maybe. For me, I would be willing to put this in the Hall of Fame purely based on how fantastic the story is. And I think that's fair. Right.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' I mean, yeah.

'''Myke Hurley:''' That is a beautifully told story.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' And like the result was not what I thought.

'''Myke Hurley:''' Nope.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' And if you're the one standing there, you're having a horror story moment. Like it may not be like in rewriting to us as we read it, but in the moment and you don't know how the judge is going to react to, you know, how the judge is going to react to the results of the case when like your client's, you know, well-being is on the line because of some joke that was written on the page about Tony being his BFF. Let's do it. I imagine that was a horror story for Tony. You've sold it.

'''Myke Hurley:''' You've sold it to me. You've sold it for me.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' So like us, it's funny, but I imagine like if I was in Tony's shoes, I'd like, I'd be going home to change my underwear, right?

'''Myke Hurley:''' Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Well then,

'''Myke Hurley:''' congratulations, Tony. I hope it was all worth it for you. You're now in the Pen Addict Horror Stories Hall of Fame. Mm-hmm.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' Just think these, these emails have been sitting in my inbox for like six to nine months and I've never read them. That was just like, I feel bad that we've been sitting on that story for a while. It's without the way.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' You know, one of the things about the, the Hall of Fame, the Horror Story Hall of Fame is we never know what the next story is going to be, Myke. So you never know how many inductees we have. And this wasn't equally, well, maybe not as lengthy, but this one's from Audrey and I'm going to get into it. So you ready for this? I'm ready. The day had finally come. I had just received my first two fountain pens in ink. Two Lamy All-Stars in the colors Pacific Blue and Apple Green. Of the inks I bought, I found that my favorite color is Noodler's Black Swan and Australian Roses. In the Apple Green Lamy with a medium nib, this combination scratched my brand new to fountain pen self in all the right places. I proceeded to write letters and practice handwriting in general whenever my then one and a half year old daughter and her little brother left me to have some time. Fast forward a few weeks. My daughter had to vacate the crib a few days earlier since her little brother was growing fast and no longer fit in the cradle next to my bed. She could now get out of her big girl bed on her own and was very excited to come get morning cuddles from mommy. I must have fallen back back to sleep for an hour, half hour, for a half hour or so. Suddenly woke up with my mom's senses tingling. This is like so true so far. This is totally how these things happen when your kids get their own their own big kid bed. They can now roam freely and your parents' spidey senses just go berserk. It was too quiet. I got up and checked on my son in the kid's room. No problems there. He was happily playing in the crib. But where was that little girl? In my haste to figure out what was making mommy radar go off, I had missed her when I walked past the craft room. There she was, sitting on the floor with a purple smile on her face. I picked her up off the floor, looked at the bottle in her hand and thought, call Poison Control. That is what one does in these situations, right? I found Poison Control's number off the internet and called, my daughter just drank fountain pen ink, I said to the person on the other end. Do you know what's in the ink? She replied, no, I said, find out what's in the ink and call us back if anything in it is dangerous. So I called Goulet Pens from who I had ordered said ink. Hello, Goulet Pens, may I help you? My daughter just drank Noodler's Black Swan and Australian Roses. I need to know if there's anything in the ink that could hurt her. I told the woman on the other end. Oh, God. Oh, wow. Oh, God.