“What happened?” Jane asked her husband. “Oh my God, what happened?”
“It’s nothing,” Archer said.
“Nothing?” Jane exclaimed. “Look at yourself. You’re eye is swollen shut and is turning black. Your lip is cut and bleeding, as is your nose. What the hell, Archer?”
“Just a slight altercation with a guy at the office,” Archer said.
“An altercation? You mean a fist fight,” Jane said. “With who and about what?”
“Dan, my cubicle mate, was late because he voted this morning on the way to the office,” Archer explained. “He asked me if I had voted yet and I told him that I had voted by mail last week. Then he asked me who I voted for. I told him that I learned a long time ago to avoid talking about sex, religion, and politics at the office.”
“Okay, but then how did this happen?” she asked, pointing at his face.
“He kept pestering me about who I voted for, so I finally told him,” Archer said. “And that’s when all hell broke loose.”
“What exactly happened?”
“He was pissed. He said that my vote canceled out his. Then I said that since I voted before he did, his vote canceled out my vote. Things went down hill from there.”
“But how did things turn physical?” Jane asked.
“I dunno,” Archer said. “He said I was unpatriotic, called me a globalist, said I believed all the fake news, and that I wanted illegal immigrants to overrun our county.”
“You’re kidding!” Jane said. “So he hit you?”
“Well, I might have said a few things back at him,” Archer admitted. “And suddenly fists were flying. Our coworkers had to pull us apart and our boss sent us both home. We both got formal warnings and are on work probation.”
“I hope Dan looks as bad as you do,” Jane said, hugging her husband.
“Worse,” Archer said, a painful smile appearing on his face.
Written for Rachel Poli’s Sentence Starter prompt.