Another one bites the dust

Another friend of mine joined me in the Quit Your Job Revolution, although he avoided Unemployment, a subgroup that I formed. He quit his good job at a bank and got hired at a sex shop. We had a group meeting the other night at a brewery.

"I just got sick of it," he said, "learning stuff that I'm not going to use for fifteen years. By contrast, I love my current job. I'm learning a lot, and I still do consulting work. For instance, I can look at any girl and instantly know what butt plug size she is. Then I tell her. And everybody's happy!!"

When he told me that I'm probably a size three, I did not ask for a summary of the analysis. (No pun intended).