[ WP ] Write a story where each sentence has one more word than the last .

Shit. 
 
 It happened. It fucking happened. 
 
 Today of all days. 
 
 They could n't have just waited? With only two days until Christmas? What kind of heartless, no good, scumbag... 
 
 I knew they were going to fire me. I heard Johnson talking in his office last week. He did n't say my name, but I just knew it. 
 
 `` He's been here for 25 years'', Johnson mentioned over the phone. `` He has a family and too much experience to just fire him.'' 
 
 Whatever he had tried to say about me, it had n't worked at all. 
 
 Today, I showed up, Johnson called me into his office, and dropped the news. `` Times are tough and we need to make a few cut backs in your department.'' 
 
 Johnson was kind in the way he let me have the news, but it did n't help. 
 
 They could have canned Julie, the new secretary, with more tits than brains, but of course not. 
 
 They could have fired `` Fat'' Adam, the micro-managing piece of shit over in accounting, but of course not. 
 
 Hell, I feel a little bad saying it, but Dolores in sales needs to retire anyway, the old bat. 
 
 `` All right, thanks'' were the only words I was able to squeak out to Johnson, although my mind was imploding. 
 
 As I went to pack up all my things, I could n't help but thinking what I would possibly tell my wife. 
 I did n't really make much as it was, and with Christmas in two days, and the mortgage due by the month's end... 
 
 And then out of nowhere, like a poorly-thrown football straight to the nuts, it hit me and I realized what had to be done. 
 
 Johnson had mentioned that the company just needed to make some cutbacks because times were tough and they could n't afford to keep everyone on staff. If there were fewer people on staff, then they would n't need to worry about firing me and I could keep my job and Christmas would be saved. 
 
 The rest of that night went a lot better than you'd expect for a person who just got fired from a job at which he'd spent 25 years. I did n't even tell my wife what had happened because there was no need to worry her when everything was going to be perfectly fine by the next morning. 
 
 I woke up the following day, I got ready like usual, wished my wife and boys a Merry Christmas Eve, went to the garage, and grabbed a long, slender bag. I had n't even thought of this bag since I was a relatively young man and my father had given it to me after taking me out on my first hunting trip. I felt a wide smile come over my face like it had when I shot my first buck and had to lug that giant bastard out of the woods to be gutted. 
 
 I had n't gone hunting since, because my father died not long after that first trip and I did n't really know enough to go on my own, but I had always kept that bag. 
 
 Finally the contents of the bag would be put to use, my useless, do-nothing co-workers would finally be gone and I would be able to take my job back and provide for my family. 
 
 I drove to work, more at peace than I'd been in years, absolutely positive that I was making the right decision, yet feeling sorry for my co-workers and what they were about to go through.
