Libby wanted to push the little brat into the pool and take the big piece of cake, but she was too nice. This infuriated Libby. She had waster her life away with the evil affliction of being kind.

Libby use to take pride in the fact that everyone liked her, but now all she could think about was the amount of money and fame she could’ve accrued had she simply thought of herself first and claimed what she wanted.

This is exactly what happens when one connects years of unrelated events. An old, tired mind will get to the bottom of things. This mind-type holds the wisdom of ages and is justly compelled to add up all the clues and figure out why one hasn’t gotten everything they deserve from life.

Perhaps Libby will push the girl into the pool. She could even get away with it if she wanted. Libby has enough virtuous street cred that she could easily explain it away. Was this really how Libby wanted to spend her valuable stock? On a piece of cake? If not cake, what would be the best way to use her get out of trouble free card? It doesn’t seem that anything would be worth the cost.

Regret set in on Libby. If only she would have exacted tiny, evil tasks all along her life’s way. Piss someone off. Be nice. Piss someone off. Be nice. In this way, she could have gained advantages slowly throughout her life instead of trying to make up for lost time with one, big sweeping gesture.

That said, Libby could rob her local bank. If she did get caught she could smile and say, “Just kidding. It’s only sweet, innocent Libby.” Surely they would send her on her way.

It was decided.

Libby grabbed her butcher knife and marched down to the bank. She charged toward the first open teller she saw in line and set her knife on the counter.

“Hi, Libby!” the teller rejoiced.

“Hi, Gail,” Libby responded. “Can I have all of the money please?”

“Of course.” Gail said as she counted out $53.13 on the counter. “Should I close the account?”

Gail pushed the dime back across the counter to Gail. “No.”

Libby turned and exited the building.