Man from another world [my entry to Fox Tales #36]

She was angry like never before. At least she thought so. Another stressful working day was over, and she was going through the streets full of people like she was. She didn't know who made her nervous more, the boss always has something to reproach, and clients who are expecting from her to make all their wishes come true. It doesn't make a sense to change the company, it's the same everywhere. She just stopped in front of the bar. It was a good chance to come in, take a drink and kill all the people around to free up frustration. So, she came in, took a drink and watched to the faces around looking for the most irritant person to shout out and relieve the stress. There was a man sitting next to the window who took her sight. He was calm like he wasn't from this world of agony and oppression. Reading newspapers and taking a sip of coffee from time to time. His calmness made all her stress and frustration disappear. She went to his desk and sat across from him. He lowered the newspaper and looked to her surprised. "What's the secret of your calmness?" She asked. "I'm my own boss." He said. The answer astonished her. "I'm washing shop windows." She was disappointed by his profession. He noticed her reaction and continued. "I have no boss to wade me, no company to shape me. I'm paying low tax. And after all, I have time for myself." He was right, she minded.