Charm

from Chopped

“I know my behavior is inexcusable, but I'd rather be honest about it with you, rather than make up some bullshit. I may act like a little kid sometimes, but even I'm not that immature, ya know?” You say, trying to look sincere without being patronizing.

Jeff shrugs. “Inexcusable is the right word. How do I know you're not going to pull this shit again tomorrow? Or next week?”

“You'll just have to take my word for it.” You say, looking hopeful and penitent at the same time.

Jeff grunts. “We'll see.” He says while walking away. You wait until he's about a dozen feet away before responding.

“Asshole.” You mutter quietly.

Jeff freezes. Oh, shit. He pivots around, and casts you a fierce glance. “Danny?” He asks.

“Yes?” You respond, praying that he didn't hear you.

“I heard that, and you're fired. You've got 10 minutes to clean out your desk and get out of this building, hear me?”

You spit out a heartfelt “Shit!” and go about following your last instructions in this place. You don't really have anything, it's just a matter of stuffing your cell phone into your pocket, picking up your coat, and then slamming your fist down hard onto the cheap psuedo-wood desk. It snaps, and you smile.

“Oh, very mature Danny. That's coming out of your last paycheck. Now get out.” Jeff says with authority that you aren't used to hearing in his voice.

On your way out, you drag your substantially large hand across most of your co-workers desks. As you leave for good, you knock paperwork, coffee, pictures of family, and in Angie's case, a bowl of soup, onto the floor. At the last desk, instead of demolishing, your fingers fly into Artie's box of Crispy Creams that he brought in for himself, and you snag two. They yell in indignation, and you just don't give a shit.

The cries of outrage reach a crescendo, and the elevator door opens. You get in, giving the Howell Company Corporate Office a pair of middle fingers, and the elevator takes you to the ground floor. Quietly, you slip out of the building, and into the cityscape beyond.

Walking out of the building, you stop by the trash can. You have chunks of a donut you started eating that you haven't finished. You reach over to throw it into the trash. Do you make it?

How good's your aim there, killer?


 * If you make the shot, go to MADE IT
 * If you suck at throwing out food, go to MISSED 
 * <p style="margin-bottom:0in">If, on second thought, you scarf that donut down, go to EAT IT