theWife and I each have a slate. She an iPad and me an Android tablet. theWife loves add-on tat and so got a pair of styli, or styluses, to split between us. They were a splurge at twenty dollars each.
I lost both of them within a month. Mine, then hers.
So theWife put on her e-dancing shoes and sourced some more. She was pleasantly irked to find a site that sold ten styli styli for four and a bit dollars. She ordered them, they arrived, and we split them between us. As per custom I got the girly coloured ones—assigned as per the refreshed toothbrush rule where I always get the pink brush. Me being so comfortable in the skin of an ugly hetro that I care not for any signals the use of such coloured instruments may send.
I have them scattered amid the various levels of the bookshelf behind me, poking out like the vacant doorways in a cliff face full of cliff-side dwellings, all within easy over-the-head grabbing range.
So I never want for one, there's always one there.