So, Alex is really into fountain pens and he sort of managed to get me hooked. I started out buying disposables. Then, he gave me his old Parker that he never used anymore. I was in love. I used it constantly, for, like, three weeks.

Then, I lost it.
I never lose pens.
I felt terrible.
And, being stuck using shitty ballpoints all week made me realize how much I missed my good pen.
So, I became determined to replace it.

Yesterday we went to Grand & Toy at Eaton Centre, where they had one single red version of the black one I’d wanted. I did pick up a converter though, so that was nice. But the package had obviously been opened and, I reasoned, if they sold it there they’d probably have it at one of the two locations nearer my house, where I could go the next day.

So today, I searched, high and low. Two Grand & Toys, both of which sold the cartridges but apparently not the actual pens.

By this point, I’d wasted enough time that I just walked all the way up to Staples. Where I found, at least, a similar pen. It was thicker, and had “comfort grip,” but it was cheap, and would at least mean I could have a decent pen to use while I sought my beloved Vector.

So, I bought it.
“Do you need a bag?”
“No, I can just keep it in my purse.”

I get home, go to open it so I can try it out and find only the toothpaste I’d bought earlier and my receipt. I even went so as to retrace my steps. All the way up there. And back. Asked at the store where I’d stopped to buy underwear.

Gone. Gone.
I have the worst luck.