My Own Box

So, a strange man came to the door yesterday.He was tall and lean and reminded me somewhat of a broom with eyes.  With him he had a small box with a red button in it. I was curious so I let him in.

He told me that his red button was a magic button. If I pushed it, a million dollars would be instantly transferred into my bank account. Hmmm…sounded like a good deal. I reached quickly for the button, already planning what I’d do with my new fortune.

He pushed my hand back. There was a catch. You see, by pushing this button, I would in fact be granted an instant million. But somewhere in the world, somewhere unknown to me, someone would be forced to listen to one full hour of the latest Nickleback CD.

I shuddered and pulled away. There was no way I could do this. It was unthinkable. Ethically, morally, no way. Regardless of the….

Well…a million dollars was a lot of money. And with a baby on the way, and the state of the economy, maybe I could handle the guilt of knowing I caused the suffering of another human being for the gain of my own welfare.

After all, at any given time there were people all over the globe being forced to listen to Nickleback arbitrarily. On buses, in carpools, waiting in line at the grocery store. I’d never have to know the person my push of the button affected.

So I did it. I pushed the red button. I am now a millionaire. And I will never look back….never.

4 Responses to “My Own Box”

  1. Debby Peck Says:

    sell out.

  2. McCall Says:

    And this is one more reason we are friends- we hate the same music.

  3. Shalee Says:

    A million dollars! Way too go:):)

  4. EchoSchmecko Says:

    Great…so you’re the bitch that doomed me to a lifetime of Nickelback and 9 dollars an hour. Thanks.

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