His life is full of rash decisions. One after another, he made his decisions in a snap of a finger including this one.
“I quit!” He slammed a paper on his boss’s desk one Friday afternoon. His boss stared at him, brows arched. “Hmm-mmm,” he continued, “that’s right. I no longer desire to work here.”
“And why the hell not?” His boss replied sharply.
He shrugged, “No reason. This job just isn’t right for me.”
“Then what is?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he walked out of there with his belongings, sold his house, and blew his savings on a boat.
This story is written for 100 Word Wednesday.