â€œI like your pen,â€ the sweet employee behind the counter at the travel shop said, gesturing to the pen tucked behind my ear.
I smiled. â€œThanks. Just a pen, but I use it often.â€
â€œI know,â€ they said. â€œI figured it wasnâ€™t magic or nuthinâ€™,â€ they said with a smile of explanation.
That got me thinking. Magic.
I placed my orderâ€”fast food chicken wrap, with bar-b-q sauce, pleaseâ€”and took a seat. I grabbed one of my business cards from my pocket and the pen from behind my ear. I paused for a moment to consider the message.
â€œMy name is,â€ I wrote above the name on my card. â€œIâ€™m on Facebook. =)â€
Then I flipped the card over and on its back, wrote: â€œThe word â€˜spellingâ€™ contains the word â€˜spell.â€™ The Egyptians believed that there was magic in words, that to write a thing was to invoke the magic in its spelling.â€
â€œNumber 18,â€ the sweet employee called out from behind the counter.
I looked up and walked over to the counter. â€œThank you.â€ I said, picking up my order. â€œThis is for you.â€ I handed off the card, turned, and left.
(This was originally published on my other blog.)