When I was little, before my daddy was preaching he worked for and evntually owned a construction company. Perhaps this is weird, but when vendors and such would visit him they would almost always leave a few logo pens . When I was young they type they gave away were mainly ballpoint pens. I loved ballpoint pens. Clicking them repeatedly, taking them apart and playing with the spring. Darn, I had a pretty crappy childhood huh? I playing with some pens meant so much to me...bwahahahaha