He cocks his head, patiently hearing out your verbal abuse. He seems like a nice guy, but you're too busy venting to notice.

"...and then you have the nerve to ask me what's wrong?! Idiots like you are what's wrong!"

You watch his expression fade from compassionate to looking like he bit into a lemon.

Regretful too late, you listen to his mumbled excuses and see his beautiful backside as he hurries from you. You call after him, remorseful, but he pretends not to hear you. Another loss. Have you had enough losses to officially qualify as "Loser," you wonder.

At least you have your health.

The End