 Why did Feetch quit?
"Feetch!" grated Ogden Piltdon, president of the Piltdon Opener Company, slamming the drafting board with his hairy fist, "I want results!" "But Mr. Piltdon," remonstrated Feetch unsteadily under his employer's glare, "don't you remember? Feetch adjusted his spectacles with shaking hands. Four months, Feetch! Otherwise, Feetch—" Feetch's body twitched. Four months, Feetch, no more!" Twenty-five years of close supervision, dead-lines, production headaches, inadequate facilities and assistance. Ah, well, thought Feetch straightening his thin shoulders, he had managed somehow to design a few good things during his twenty-five years with Piltdon. "Got to be," answered Feetch tiredly. Departures, such as the thermal or motor-driven types, would be too expensive for mass production." "Four point four," announced Feetch after the last test. Twenty-five years of your life you put in with Piltdon, and he'd fire you just like that if you don't do the impossible. "Well, well," said Feetch. Piltdon is a household word, but who has heard of Feetch? "Hello," said Feetch as an aproned machinist entered carrying a glistening mechanism. "Spinach, I think," said Feetch. Several days later, however, Piltdon himself charged into the drawing room and slapped Feetch heartily on the back, causing him to break a pencil point. "Feetch!" roared Piltdon. "Mr. Piltdon—" said Feetch shakily.
 Piltdon never appreciated or listened to him
 Piltdon never appreciated or listened to him  Piltdon took all the credit for the Super-Opener  Feetch wanted to retire  Piltdon wouldn't give him enough money