Just My Type
My boss, who made me work overtime every single day, finally got what was coming to him.
Somehow, he got connected to my new keyboard. It was like he was synced to it.
His face flushed red, his eyes brimming with tears.
"Don't type anymore," he begged.
I just smiled and nudged the mouse.
"Don't move the mouse either!"
'Do you expect me to just stop because you said so? Wouldn't that make me look pathetic?' I thought to myself.
I kept working until midnight. Just as I was about to leave, I glanced down.
The carpet at my boss's feet was soaked through.
I figured he must have knocked over his glass of water.