It'd be neater...with some flair

Jim laughed a little as he looked at the pen in his hand and decided that his handwriting, though nice for a banker, was nowhere near the legible mark of a businessman who was going places. He often joked that had he been a track star instead of a basketball player in high school, maybe he wouldn't have gone for the layup to end all layups and not shattered his wrist in three different places. Time heals all wounds, yes, but it also wrecks havoc on one's ability to write functional letters.

Thank god for the advent of the computer.

Still, as Jim sat there at his desk for a moment, he smiled again and wrote out his answer. I'd have very nice handwriting, both regular and cursive, with maybe a little cutesy flair to it. He laughed at that last one and shook his head, thinking he was more tired than he thought. With that answer down, he placed the questionnaire back into its envelope and placed it in his padfolio to take with him to work the next day, his eyes barely managing to stay open long enough for him to reach and turn off the light in the room. He could still hear his wife, Laura, talking on the phone in the next room so he didn't even bother getting out and instead plopped down onto the sofa bed he had moved into the room three weeks earlier and shut his eyes.

Jim fell asleep, though his body shifted slightly as the tingling in his hands were a sign of them slimming down a bit, less fat and scar tissue around his knuckles and the muscles slowly smoothening out.

****

The next morning, after getting dressed and taking notice that Laura was in a drunken slumber, Jim quietly made himself breakfast and after grabbing coffee, slipped out of the house and drove to work. It took him all of a few minutes to get through the line of people standing in line for the elevators, his office was just on the second floor, and his receptionist at the front looked up as he came in. "Oh, Jim, here, sign for this!"

He nodded and picked up the pen and signed, not paying attention to the very stylish way in which he signed the screen. He didn't notice it until the UPS driver looked at it and complimented him on the signature. "Thanks!" He took the package into his office and after setting down his padfolio and coffee, turned and looked at his monitor and the emails stacking the inbox. "Shit..."

After several hours of banging out reports and looking otherwise lost, he turned and pulled out the questionnaire from his padfolio and picked at the sandwich he had hastily made for lunch. The first question was merely about handwriting. This next one made him laugh a bit more.

2.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU LIKE PINK?