That barrier is usually soon diminished by writing on the back of coupons at a loathsome restaurant. Boss usually complain about the waste of coupons in trash, but he doesn’t care anyway. However strange this scenario may be, I offer a joke on my own doing.

Kids identify things and learn, right? Their growth of brains take little by little in process over time. One of Shrek’s kids, middle kid around 5 years old, came to me one day. “Can I have your pen?”. I handed it out and was never given back. I’d assumed that he drew something else like Dragon Ball Z or other cartoony figure such as spiderman.

Next time I went to work, I was asked the same thing. “Can I have your pen?”. I lied, voicing that I don’t have one. Being defensive of my communication with adults, I lied so that I can use pen (or pencil) for social. 

Again, next time occur. I lied again. Soon thereafter, the asks ceased. Then I consider about the child psychological aspects behind “pen” and “penis”. That worried me. I didn’t want to people to think that I’m narrowly this simple deaf person who use “pen” or “pen-cil” for communication usage. There are certain coworkers who are skilled in oral-clearness in showing the mouth movement lips. As of others, mostly foreign ones, I’d have to rely on handwriting.

That struck my mind. I felt less motivated to communicate through writing on papers. Pulling out my great pen, I’d talk about anything of any subject. The pen is my weapon to communication barrier. I’d rape any subjects of sort through writing and make coworkers laugh. Boss is still a little suspicious of  my activity with CIA. Assistant boss thinks that I’m too much a smart ass.

And yet all this is the result of my mighty pen.