My grandfather was the quintessential engineer. He was also a professor, and his daily wardrobe - without fail - consisted of a white dress shirt, sporting a pocket protector, and a pocket full of writing implements. I've followed in his footsteps so far as pursuing the engineering profession, and I regularly carry a pen or two in my shirt pocket, but I've never gone so far as to get myself a pocket protector. Today gave me pause when this happened:
I've been a practicing engineer for 11 years now, and it's safe to say that for every day I've gone to work wearing a shirt with a pocket I've had a pen in that pocket. So that's at least 2,200 opportunities for a catastrophe like this to happen. I guess I should feel fortunate that I've come so far without a mishap. And I do.
But why couldn't I have been wearing a shirt that I
don't like? Maybe it's time to follow in grandpa's other footsteps.
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