Oh man, if only. This reminds me of my days as a tech writer. I got a couple easter eggs in there for sure. Don't think I could go back to it though, even for 3 million dollars :-D
Nice story! It's interesting how Walter and Eva are supposedly rich, but live in a house that doesn't seem to match that (e.g. narrow hallway). The twist at the end is wonderful.
On a side note, I just started writing a Terms of Service and Privacy Policy too. What a coincidence it is to see this!
New York apartments are weird spaces. I grew up in a post-WWII building in Manhattan that had three full bathrooms, one in each bedroom, but existed under NY's rent control, so the rent was incredibly low. One room was a maid's room, with a swinging door to the kitchen -- that was my bedroom. Strange spaces from another era.
That is a funny coincidence about your writing a terms of service and privacy policy!
"I’m like a fox raised indoors that can’t ever be returned to the wild because the fox doesn’t know how to hunt.” I know the feeling. Thank all the gods, I escaped that job! Clever story, Bill.
What wonderful world Walter lives in. Three million for something nobody reads!
Just like our world. ;-)
🤣 I write boring stuff all the time. Where is my three million?
I’m trying to imagine what a movie or TV show based on a TOS would be like. Great story!
I'm trying to imagine what Terms of Service would be like if Stephen King wrote them.
I'm glad you enjoyed the story!
I love this! My professional career includes writing P&Ps. Glad his financial dreams will come true. Fun story, thanks Bill.
Thank you, Jenise. Writing is fun no matter what the subject, I think.
Sadly it was the lighting that brought his fantasies to come alive only in his mind.
He needed to escape. I hope it worked for him.
Oh man, if only. This reminds me of my days as a tech writer. I got a couple easter eggs in there for sure. Don't think I could go back to it though, even for 3 million dollars :-D
I get that about tech writing. It's always fun to see easter eggs. I'm glad you were able to insert some.
The final part of this story is every copywriter's dream. Great story!
Thanks, John! I'm glad you liked Terms of Service. I
What a great story!
Thank you, Christina! Somebody's got to write those amazing TOS.
Loved the twist -- and that meal! I think lightning would strike the window if I made tiramisu also. 😳
Thanks, Tara. I had fun writing Terms of Service and I'm glad you enjoyed it. Also, tiramisu is one of my favorites, though I'm a buyer not a maker.
Nice story! It's interesting how Walter and Eva are supposedly rich, but live in a house that doesn't seem to match that (e.g. narrow hallway). The twist at the end is wonderful.
On a side note, I just started writing a Terms of Service and Privacy Policy too. What a coincidence it is to see this!
Thank you. I'm glad you like Terms of Service.
New York apartments are weird spaces. I grew up in a post-WWII building in Manhattan that had three full bathrooms, one in each bedroom, but existed under NY's rent control, so the rent was incredibly low. One room was a maid's room, with a swinging door to the kitchen -- that was my bedroom. Strange spaces from another era.
That is a funny coincidence about your writing a terms of service and privacy policy!
"I’m like a fox raised indoors that can’t ever be returned to the wild because the fox doesn’t know how to hunt.” I know the feeling. Thank all the gods, I escaped that job! Clever story, Bill.
Thank you, Sharron. I'm glad you liked Terms of Service.
I want to hear about that job you escaped. That's a great state of being: to get away from a place you'd rather not be.
Well, it was not so much a job. More like ... a marriage TOS. I may turn THAT tale into a story for Substack. There is a story everywhere, right Bill?
There's a story everywhere, as long as you remember to write the idea down when it pops into your head. ;-)
Great metaphors here. The imagination being chopped by the woodchipper was the best.
My own imagination seems to have attended the woodchopper's ball....
Thanks, David. Woodchippers actually scare me.
Why wouldn't they? They're very hazardous things that need to be used with caution.