Posted in: Other - Short Stories
Date: February 26, 2010
Craig was feeling like a rebel. He wanted to do something crazy and devious. He wanted to stick it to the man, so he did.
Sitting back in his chair, he did the unthinkable. He did something that he had NEVER done before. Very carefully, one leg at a time, he lifted his feet onto the edge of table!
A big, wicked smile crept across Craig's face. He let the muscles in his legs relax, and his arms droop over the sides of the chair.
It felt amazing. It was like nothing Craig had ever experienced.
But then, in the back of his mind came a strange feeling. He felt as though he was being watched from the other room. Someone was watching him and making disgusting faces and talking about how sick he was to put his feet on the table.
Craig felt guilty. What kind of a sick person would stick their feet on the table?
He took his feet down and hung his head. He felt terrible. What a fool he was.
From that day forward, Craig resolved to sit properly. He would sit with feet flat on the floor, back slightly arched, shoulders square, and head held high. Not only that, but whenever he would see someone putting their feet on the table, he would run up to them and say,
"Floors for the feet! Chairs for the butt! Tables for the hands!"
And he would slap them in the face.
THE END