His Boring Facade Was A Load Of Bull

One of my coworkers seems like a perfectly normal, boring guy. He’s probably around 27 and works at a small restaurant in a small town, so my friend and I both assume he has a pretty basic, normal life.

One day, he comes in with a cast on his foot and complains about how it will probably be there for months.

Me: “How did you hurt your foot, anyway?”

Coworker: “So, you know that I do bullfighting, right?”