Thanks to all who entered our Livescribe exploding/leaking pen story contest. We've rounded up the best—now it's time for you to vote for your favorite. Will it be the teacher with the blood-red shirt pocket? Or Butt-print Man?
Only you will decide. Entries below. Email your vote to email@example.com with the number of your favorite story as the subject line. Winner of a Livescribe Pulsesmart Pro-Pack to be revealed next week!
#1 Zach R.
One particular day in high school my group and I were scheduled to present our project in history class. Little did I know, my pen exploded onto my hands and over the course of listening to other groups present their projects, I was wiping ink all over my face. Finally, about 30 minutes into the class, my group got up in front of the class to present our project and the entire class, including the teacher, busted out laughing at me because my face was covered with black ink. The worst part about the whole situation was that I had rubbed some under my lip and it looked like a Hitler mustache. Our project was about the Nazi regime in Germany during WWII....
#2 Jim B.
I keep pens in my back pocket. One day I had one explode, and then I proceeded to sit in chairs during the day until someone tracked me down by my butt prints and informed me of my issues.
#3 David S.
As a teacher, I have a tendency to carry around a red pen for correcting papers on a very regular basis - most frequently in my front shirt pocket. One afternoon as I was depositing my paycheck inside my local bank, two guys wearing ski masks burst into the bank, waving guns and ordering us all to the ground. I'm not one to take much crap, nor am I a small guy, so I called out to the guys to see if we could work something out. Apparently, it startled one of them pretty badly (I suspect they were tripping on something) and he pulled the trigger on the gun. Thankfully, it was pointing - more or less - up, but taking advantage of the situation, I doubled over and collapsed, simultaneously punching myself in the chest where the pen was. As I hoped, it broke, spilling red ink all over my white shirt. The would-be robbers, already tripping on something, absolutely flipped out - apparently, killing someone wasn't something they had planned on doing. They tore out of the bank like bats out of hell, where there were thankfully, several police cars just pulling up, as one of the tellers had hit the silent alarm. Needless to say, I walked away from the incident with merely a slight bruise, and short one red pen.
#4 Christopher B.
This story isn't funny as much as it was a genuinely scary moment for a couple of parents. My wife is a nurse, which means that she regularly comes home with the proverbial pocket protector full of writing instruments provided by pharmaceutical reps peddling their latest drugs. A red pen made it into the washing machine with my wife's nursing scrubs along with my 4 year old's white bed sheets. The sheets made it into the dryer without me noticing that they had been splattered with red ink. The sheets sat in the dryer clean that night until about 3AM when my daughter woke up after having an accident in bed. In a half-awake zombie-like state, I stripped her bed of the dirty sheets, and made her bed with the sheets from the dryer. It wasn't until the next morning when I went to make my daughter's bed that I realized it looked like something out of a Dexter episode. After an initial panic did we realize it was the exploding red pen from the washing machine, and not something that had been terribly wrong with our precious 4 year old.
#5 Doremi F.
My most embarrassing leaking pen story involved getting an autograph from one of my favorite authors! I waited in line at a book signing for about a 1/2 hour. With book in hand and my favorite "liquid gold" pen that I use for book signings (It looks cool on the page), I approached the author, made small talk about how much I enjoyed his work over the years as i handed him the book and my "special" pen. As he grabbed the pen and began writing the inscription, he suddenly dropped the pen and looked at his hand. The pen had leaked down the entire shaft and had covered his hand in gold indelible ink. In my excitement over getting the autograph, I did not notice that the pen had leaked in my pocket and all over my hand as well. He handed the pen, and the book back to me immediately. The inscription? "To Mark.....get a new pen!" And he didn't sign it!