I am a notororious clutterbug, and with an impending remote ergonomic assessment coming tomorrow (in anticipation of perhap getting a sit/stand workstation), I was finally galvanized to clean up my desk area.
In the course of doing so I came across many interesting tidbitrs and ephemera, including this pen, which had accompanied me to the office and returned home with me in 2020.
To be quite honest, it is not wholly satisfying as either a toy car or a working pen. The wheels are now a bit sticky, but were always too smooth to grip most workplace surfaces. The ballpoint pen itself is only fair to middling and it is difficult to grip properly due to both size and protuberances.
But I am still hanging onto it for - you guessed it - sentimental reasons.
When Fenya's class (I want to say this would have been 2nd grade?) went to visit the Reynolds-Alberta Museum, she asked to bring along some of her own money. Being a big fan of museum gift shops myself, I was happy to agree, but I silently wondered how much of it would go to candy.
Imagine my surprise when she came back with gifts for the three of us; I remember someone else getting car-shaped chocolates, but I am not sure what the third item was, and I believe she did procure some swets for herself.
I was legitimately touched though, because I was pretty sure that 2nd grade Stephen would not have been so thoughtful, and so delighted that Fenya had been so gracious and thoughtful.
There is also a nostalgia component, as the vehicle design reminds me just a little of the one-time land speed record holder, the Blue Flame, the first real-world named car I ever recognized, courtesy of a book about vehicles in my own second grade classroom at Willow Park Elementary in Leduc.
So until the ink runs out, the racer pen will stay on my desk, along with other assorted tchotchkes and knickknackery.
...even if it occasionally rolls out of sight.
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