There is this penchant many of us OCDs share.
Stationery.
Our OWN stationery.
And when I say our own,
I mean we would loiter stationery shops
To admire, choose and buy them.
So going berserk internally
When I realised one piece was taken
Rudely from my table
Whilst I was away
Is perfectly normal
Especially so when that dear piece
Was paraded so openly in front of me
In perfect view from my desk
Time to re-evaluate storage
And stock-take my precious
