The Story of an Average Man

There once was an average man. He enjoyed his life, plenty of friends, little enough family, and challenging work. He drank his coffee in the morning and paid his taxes on time. He had no complaints  This man didn't bother anyone and no one bothered him. He worked for a company that produced pencils. The man specialized in making sure the grain of the pencils matched up with the saw so that the paint would lay correctly. One day this average man was checking the alignment of the pencils and seeing if the paint was drying correctly, when he dropped his protective eyewear. As he bent over, the average man with the average life with no complaints slipped on a pencil and went crashing through the window of the twelfth story of this pencil factory. He hit the pavement with a loud thud and a sharp snap. There the average man died, His warm blood slowly moving toward the gutter of the sidewalk.