BANG! BANG! BANG! “Okay, I am coming, just getting out of…” BANG! BANG! BANG! “Patience, honestly!” Slowly and drowsily, Mike Smith dragged himself out of bed. It was a cloudy Saturday morning and Mike had no idea what he was in for. “What do you want?” Mike opened the door to find his boss, Dennis Stockle, and he wasn’t very happy. “I mean good morning, sir, how can I help you?” stammered Mike, swallowing hard.
“The meeting starts in ten minute,” explained Dennis calmly.
“Meeting?” questioned Mike.
“You know, the one with the PRESIDENT!!!! Ten minutes, be there!” bellowed Dennis. “Y-y-yes-s sir,” stammered Mike.
As soon as Dennis left, Mike ran upstairs to get his suit on and he noticed something that he had never noticed before. A shiny suitcase laying there as if to say, ‘Well, well, well, if it isn’t the person who abandoned me for 6 years and just forgot about me.’ Mike ignored it and attempted to get dressed, but the suitcase soon put a stop to that. The suitcase is actually called Issy, but of course no human is going to call a suitcase by its name because in general, they are irrespective of belongings. Issy hopped into Mike’s room and took his tie, shoes and jacket. She picked them up and stuffed them inside of her. She then returned to where she was before to watch the show. “Where are my…What did I do with my? Where on earth is my?” This went on for several minutes and Issy had to stop herself from bursting, at the effort to stay quiet. In the end Mike just stuffed his trainers on and left. On the way he saw Dennis walking up to the door vigorously. Slowly and sternly, he said:
“You’re fired! You buffoon!”