I could not help but laugh. The whole thing was just too comical. Here was a man I had feared since I started working here. With shoulders wider than mine, even with the extra muscle I had gained, he stood taller, and his shaved head usually gave him an intimidating demeanor that put me in my place. But as he tried to talk, his arms waving, his face turning red, and his hands pawing at his neck, he no longer scared me. Somehow, the loss of his voice removed any sense of threat. Like Rand al'Thor, I had remembered how to laugh.
"I quit," I told him calmly, getting my laughter under control. "I'm sick of dealing with your attitude. You run around here yelling at everyone, chewing them out for perceived issues, and I'm done with it. Take that steak out of my paycheck too, but I'm through." His eyes bulged in shock as I added the next line. "Better yet, shove that steak up your overbearing ass along with my last paycheck. I'm done."
