blog 7: PEN

The pen shop located at the second intersection on the left side of the street. It was the central area of this old long street. Without any signboards, the shop had two glazed doors as shop front. The line pen shop was hiding in a corner beside the door written in small size. It seemed that the doors had been rarely used. It took me one year’s time to open it.
Nevertheless, it was not accessible unless you had an introduction letter. As a customer, you had to spend much time and much money. It deserved your cost if you could get a pen which was perfectly suitable for you. I was there, as a result.
The shopkeeper was probably as his sixties. He felt like a big bird resting deep in the forest.
“Give me your hand.” The big bird said.
He measured the length and width of each finger. After confirming the proportion of fat in my skin, he began to examine rigidity if my fingernail. After all, he took down the information of all the scars on my hand.
“Please take off your clothes.” He said briefly.
Although I was confused about the situation, I slowly took off my shirt. When I was about to take off my pants, the shopkeeper stopped me, “No need. It’s enough.”
He used his finger to press every part of my vertebra from top to bottom. “You know? Actually, people use their vertebra to think and write,” He said, “that is why I must make a perfect pen for every customer.”
Then, he inquired me about my age, job and my income. Finally, he asked me what I wanted to write with this pen.
After three months, my pen was made. It was a perfect pen. However, it did not mean that the passages I wrote with this perfect pen must be perfect.
If I wanted to buy my perfect passages, I should have taken off not only my shirt.