William’s problem is that he is just too nice for his own good !
His struggles to maintain a quiet, uncomplicated life lead him into all kinds of dilemmas, and his current one is a good example.
It all started when his neighbour, Brian, fell over whilst drunk and broke his ankle. Brian is a nasty piece of work, bad tempered, belligerent, unemployed and heavily tattooed. He also owns a pit bull terrier called Doris, who is also bad tempered and very intimidating. William tries his hardest to avoid any contact with either of them , but when Brian was incapacitated after his fall, William felt so sorry for poor Doris that he couldn’t stop himself offering to take her for a walk. Brian was so grateful he would have become William’s new best friend if he had let him, but William drew the line very firmly. With Doris, however, who wasn’t so snarly and snappy once they got to know each other, he became quite friendly, and he carried on taking her for walks, even when Brian was fit again. Brian was an avid United supporter, and talked football whenever he could. Even though William could take football or leave it, his nature being what it was, he always joined in the conversation, and for the sake of a quiet life, declared himself to be a dedicated United fan too.
At work, the equivalent to Brian was Curtis, a brash, bossy know all who sat at the next work station to William. He was an ardent City fan, and to keep on his right side, William amiably chatted about football and agreed that City were the bees knees, and United a bunch of big girls. William often quietly helped Curtis to meet deadlines when the bighead had been too lazy to get his work finished on time, but had never received any thanks. Until today that is, when Curtis had offered him a spare ticket to an important local derby match, being played the next day. Tickets were like gold dust, but Curtis explained that he thought it about time he paid William back in some way, and he knew William was an avid City fan. William mumbled his thanks, trying to sound enthusiastic.
When he got home, Brian was waiting for him. “Ere mate, I never thanked you properly for helping me out with Doris while I was laid up. I’ve got a spare ticket for the match tomorrow, and you was the first one I thought of as deserving it. Up United!” He slapped William heartily on the back and William thanked him as enthusiastically as he could. He hurried indoors.
Now what? His being so nice had got him into trouble again. If he used Curtis’s ticket, and Bully Boy Brian happened to see him with the other team’s supporters, his home life would be a misery, but if he used Brian’s ticket, and Curtis found out, his life at work would be hell. And how would he explain the unused ticket in each case?
What should he do?
After a sleepless night, William invented a very sick Granny, gave both tickets back and went to the cinema on his own.