Recently I had an idea, it could be a movie, or a book, or a TV series.

Here it is: What if choice could kill?

Say people lived in a world where they had a minute to make a decision, and if they didn’t make their decision in that time, they would explode.

It would create more jobs, there would be ‘Indecision Explosion Clean-Up Units’ (IECU), ‘Decision Makers International’ (DMI), and labs everywhere looking for a cure.

A TV series could follow the IECU as they race through shopping centres cleaning up because people couldn’t decide between the blue one or the red one.

A movie could follow the life of a DMI worker. Every day he takes calls from stressed people to help them make their decision, often with less than 30 seconds. And the movie would be about how he comes to terms with hearing a person explode for the first time.

It would certainly be an interesting world, and I’m sure there would be plenty of stories in it, like the guy who couldn’t decide if he wanted fries with his meal…

He killed another one on the weekend.

A ninety year old woman. No signs of forced entry, we didn’t find any prints or forensic evidence. He never leaves a trace at the crime scene, but I reckon he’s the culprit of over a hundred murders.

The woman had no cuts or bruises on her, there was no struggle. That’s not his style, he’s a poisons man. It seems that the heart just stops, but I’m on to him. I bet he has made his own poison that’s untraceable.

I know who it is, I just can’t track him down. Every one that’s close to the victim says the same thing when I interview them. It’s surely no coincidence, it’s the guy I’m looking for. They all say it was Old Age…

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Let me tell you a story…

A while ago I was hanging out with some friends. We were having a typical conversation, there were about six or seven of us, I can’t remember too well.

Anyway, I was talking and then one of my friends asks me, “Does this hurt?” And before I can answer she punches me in the face as hard as she can. And it hurt! But because I want to be strong I say, “No, that didn’t hurt.”

So she asks me again, “Does this hurt?” and then she punches me in the face again, in exactly the same spot! And it hurts twice as much! But again I say, “Doesn’t hurt.”

By now I was pretty dazed, and I think I was bleeding, but she asks me again, “Does this hurt?” Which is followed by another punch to the face. I can remember her hand connecting with my cheekbone, but that’s the last thing I remember.

Three hours later I woke up in the hospital, with her and some other friends beside my bed. They tell me that after eight punches I fell to the ground. And after a few kicks they took me to the hospital. They’re the best friends.

Moral of the story: It’s okay to punch someone in the face if you first ask them, “Does this hurt?” And take them to the hospital afterwards.