The P-35

Should you have the need to staple 2 1/4" flats, nothing beats the P-35. All steel construction, chrome finish. There are days when I miss it's heft in my hand. I used to spend days on end stapling away in a cluttered warehouse, building flat after flat. Filling them with white cotten boxes. All so some madman who employed me could fill them with stones. On occasion, when I was left to my own devices, I would slip messages under the cotton. A penny, a fortune, a scrap of paper with a random word or date scribbled on it. All in the hopes that somewhere, some child would discover it and wonder from whence it came.
When I first lived on my own, I got a page a day calender of Zen quotes. I lived in an apartment building in Quincy. 62 units. Late at night, I would sneak around the halls, leaving a calender page and a polished stone on random doorsteps. I always wondered what the residents of Sunnylea thought when they discovered them. I hope they spent a day having magical thoughts.
Even now, years later, when I'm in some store that sells crystals, I look. Because it's quite possible my boxes are still circulating out there.
Now adays, I spend my working hours listening to people complaining. Fixing their problems. Trying to get bills to drop. Resolving errors. Not much room for leaving little messages. But I enjoy some good friendships. I get to talk about zombies. A fair trade? Perhaps. But I won't lie. When I'm spending my Friday morning stapling together case load reports, I think whistfully of my personal P-35. The one with the felt wrapped around the hand guide loop. It felt good in my hand, and it did it's job well.