A dilemma was forming for Charlie Beckett. He had precisely one sick day left to use for work and today would quite possibly be the best snowboarding day of the year. There were feet of fine white powder on the mountain, waiting to be carved into.
With a few practiced coughs and imitating a sore throat, he called his boss and claimed sickness and said he required bed rest.
The drive to the mountain was treacherous, but the pay off was sublime. He felt the snow engulf him like a blanket as he flew down the slopes, taking multiple trips per lift again and again.
At the end of the day, with the sun beating down all day, a few icy patches had formed. With all the luck he had so far, Charlie was in for some misfortune. He hit one of the slick spots, fell, and broke a wrist.
Unfortunately for Charlie, he had just used his last sick day.
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