A terrible disaster happened in my purse. It was ghastly! A pen that I have had for 5 years exploded its guts all over the inside pocket. That’s gratitude for you! I loved that pen. I took it with me everywhere, drew lovely doodles with it, and showed it to my friends as the best pen in the whole world!
Maybe it was holding a grudge over that time I accidentally left it in the car overnight when it was -25 degrees, but that was 3 years ago and I hardly think that was a good excuse to commit pen suicide. I apologized after all, and everything seemed okay. It’s not like it left blotches or didn’t lay down an even trail of ink to indicate that there might be a crisis brewing.