Those Damn Olympics


He sat sullenly at his desk.
The sun was shining in through the window of his office,
causing a glare to form on his computer screen.
It was beautiful outside.
In fact, the very thought that he was stuck at work today,
of all days,
made him upset.

The Olympics had begun,
and he was missing the live T.V. coverage.

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