[ WP ] `` What do you do for a living ? '' `` I die . ''


 “ Would you like to buy a watch? ” The salesman on the street corner opened up the side of his large trench coat. 
 
 “ No, thank you. ” A business man mumbled, walking quickly past the salesman. All at once, the salesman appeared in front of the escaping businessman. 
 
 “ I ’ m late for an important lunch date. ” The businessman growled, trying to push the salesman out of his path. 
 
 “ Now, isn ’ t that ironic. ” The gold faces dangled under his arm. 
 
 “ Move out, OUT of my way! ” The business man yelled, with a sharp movement, sending the salsman floundering into the street. A bus came bellowing around the corner, and charged over the man in the street, leaving a splattered mess of silver oxide and gold. The business man, both confused and terrified, walked quickly away, only daring to look back once he was blocks down the street. As he gazed behind him, he ran abruptly into a sturdy chest. 
 
 “ I apologize, Sir. ” 
 
 “ No need,, I have nothing but time. ” A familiar voice said, revealing a trench coat full of watches. 
 
 “ But... that ’ s impossible! ” 
 
 “ Yes, such an incredible warranty. Gold or silver, my man? ” 
 
 “ Take my money! ” The business man croaked, handing over a wad of bills with trembling fingers. “ Take it and leave me alone, you freak! ” Still shaking, he limped inside the restaurant, wildly looking back to make sure he wasn ’ t being followed. 
 
 “ What do you do for a living? ” The salesman chuckled to himself, “ I die. ” 

