Bruce's Uprising

Bruce's Uprising

He shoved open the door, took in the quiet hush and glared at the waiter with contempt as if it was dirt under his foot. Breathing in heavily, exhaling noisily, he pouted his chest resembling a puffin in his black and white attire.

He surveyed the room, feeling a kind of self-satisfied superior air. He was the only male with a full head of hair and by all accounts, the only good looking one in the room. He believed he could have any woman just for the asking.

He marched over to where the waiter was serving two ugly, middle-aged couples and snatched the menu out of his hand. He waltzed over to the nearest seat letting out a deep sigh.

"God," he thought,"I hate these formal do's, they drag up the dregs of society."

Suddenly, he sprang up as he realised his fate in sitting down on a stray fork!