Ben has just come home from work. We’ve chatted, and he’s walking away to go change his clothes.
“Hey Ben, what’s that on your pants?”
“Huh? Uummm, what are you talking about?”
“Your pants. You’ve got something on the back on them. Come closer and let me see.”
“Oh my gosh, Ben, you’ve got a huge ink stain on the back of your brand new pants!”
“Um, yea, about that……”
“Well what in the world happened?”
“Well I either sat on a red ink pen, someone marked on me, or, I was scratching my butt with what I thought was the closed top of an ink pen, only to pull it away after I was finished scratching to realize that the red ink pen was open. Those are the choices, and the first two don’t count.”
Don’t scratch your butt with an ink pen unless it’s closed. Or you will leave behind evidence of said butt scratching.
Have a blessed weekend 🙂