Falling into a Hole
He was doing OK.
Not better than most, of course. Who is? But definitely not worse than most. He earned a decent wage and was satisfied with his job. Hadn’t married yet, but it’s never too late. No constant girlfriend was making life easier and leaving him time for tennis and squash.
Who cared if he had a hole in his head? If it didn’t bother him, it shouldn’t bother anyone else, right? For as long as he could remember, he had always had a hole in his head. A couple of inches above his right eyebrow, just where his hair began. It was about one and a half inches in diameter, went right through, and unless he grew his hair, you could see what was going on behind him through the hole.
He had always been convinced that it didn’t matter much. No one had ever shown any interest in this trait, and he assumed no one cared. As for the women, the girls he dated were usually interested in something else entirely.
And then, one day, everything fell apart.
It was at a party thrown by an old friend of his. The party was great, and many attendees did not know each other. This gave rise to a lot of funny, a few awkward, and a couple of unpleasant situations, but generally, everyone was happy and having fun.
