The Happiest Man in America

Alvin Wong pinched the bridge of his nose. The headaches were back. He had never had headaches before he was the “Happiest Man in America”.

Sure, it was merely a hypothetical construct that he just happened to fit into. It’s not like they could actually tell. But it was also true that he was an extremely happy man, perhaps happier than all others. Maybe he really was the happiest man in America.

Pain shot through his sinuses. It was too much of a responsibility. Being the happiest man in America made him miserable. This had to be some sick practical joke.