Today was my day off. Man, I hated work - it was so dull and left me in an irritable mood. I wish I could be off forever, but of course, life isn’t fair.

Wandering around the city, I looked for something to do. It was around lunchtime, so food would be preferable, but I didn’t care either way. Yesterday sucked - I just need a way to blow off some steam.

Stopping at a diner, I walked inside. There was a seat in the back I always claimed, right next to the window. It had the perfect view of the kitchen, so I could keep tabs on my order.

I glanced around the room and felt my mood worsen - someone was in MY spot. Who did he think he was? Sterile old fool.

Resolving myself, I looked for another seat. The food was good enough to make up for the circumstance.

Suddenly, I crashed into a waiter, carrying a tray of drinks. He fell onto the ground, soaking me with fizzy drinks.

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That does it!

“Ow…” he muttered helplessly on the ground.

“Don’t give me that! Watch where you’re going you bastard!” I shouted, who did he think he was!?

Standing up, he stated, “I’m sorry, I’ll clean up this mess right away.” Man, I hated his monotone voice.

“Do you think sorry is going to cut it? Do you know how much this jacket costs!? You better pay me back now!” I said, angrily while shoving my face in his.

“I’m sorry sir but our contract clearly states that we are only allowed to reimburse customers with a simple apology,” he stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Man, he pissed me off.

“What kind of contract-”

“This one.”

He pulled out a folded piece of paper and held it out in front of him. The paper unfolded itself in his hand and the words “Fuck You” were revealed in bold, covering most of the page.

Charging at the man, I threw a punch at his head. Who was this person to mess with me!?

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head as unconsciousness took over.