Fight Club

1.

I sat at my office desk. My boss peered over my cubicle.

“I hope all your work is done,” he said seriously.

“Uh... sure, man!”

“Good, good work.”

He reached over and tousled my hair.

I grinned a wide, wide smile, closed my eyes and moaned, “Don't stop....”

He retracted his hand and gave me a queer look.

“Back to work there,” he said, and quickly strode away.

2.

I looked around my apartment.

“I'm so disillusioned!” I said aloud.

“Shut up!” said my neighbour, through the wall.

3.

At the airport, a strange man appeared.

“The name's Tyler,” he said. We shook hands and each did a jig. “Hey, we ought to start a Fight Club, one of these days.”

“Sure,” I said. “Don't use it for terrorism, though!”

We both laughed.

4.

Tyler instructed the men.

“There are many rules of Fight Club! The first rule is that cell phones must be turned off. The second rule is no unruly behavior. The third rule is to stay away from the fireplace. I wrote down several more rules but they were burnt in the fireplace.”

“Tyler!” said one of the men. “Can we fight yet?”

Tyler laughed. Everyone laughed along with him.

“Sometimes it is good to laugh,” said Tyler.

5.

Who knows what became of the Fight Club?

Nobody.