Laughing in the spring breeze for fifty years

When I submitted my resignation, the entire team breathed a sigh of relief.

Only my girlfriend’s first love, a bomb-disposal genius who called himself a psychic, panicked.

He stormed into my office, grabbing my arm. "Captain, your methods might be old-fashioned, but I still need you here to back me up."

I just stared back, expressionless, and pried his hand off before walking away.

In my past life, I was a highly decorated bomb disposal expert. But every time I spent all night calculating pa