(Very) short stories you enjoyed...
I'm sure most of these are not true stories, but they're fun. Nonetheless. Cautionary tales!
"When my older brother was supposed to be studying for his exams and swore he was going through the book (but actually spending all day gaming and watching TV) my dad hid several £20 and £50 notes in the pages.
At the end of the week he asked my brother how far he had gone through the book and my brother looked him in the eye and said "I finished it."
Dad said "Oh, really?" Then held it by the covers and started shaking it until notes fluttered out. Brother started reaching for them and dad said "No! Don't you dare touch them, those are mine now."
It reminds me of the days when I was studying for A levels. It was a lovely hot summer so I sunbathed with the books and folders in front of me. Except that I hid Lord of the Rings under my folders and that's what I was really reading!
"When my older brother was supposed to be studying for his exams and swore he was going through the book (but actually spending all day gaming and watching TV) my dad hid several £20 and £50 notes in the pages.
At the end of the week he asked my brother how far he had gone through the book and my brother looked him in the eye and said "I finished it."
Dad said "Oh, really?" Then held it by the covers and started shaking it until notes fluttered out. Brother started reaching for them and dad said "No! Don't you dare touch them, those are mine now."
It reminds me of the days when I was studying for A levels. It was a lovely hot summer so I sunbathed with the books and folders in front of me. Except that I hid Lord of the Rings under my folders and that's what I was really reading!
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Years ago, when the original Queen Elizabeth ship still had first class, second class, etc., my grandmother and great-aunt sailed from New York to England. They traveled second class. My great-aunt, who always enjoyed the best, sneaked up to the first class deck and settled in a deck chair, where she was discovered by the steward. "Pardon me, madam," he said, "but I don't believe you've purchased a first class passage." "Obviously you don't recognize me," my great-aunt replied. "I'm Agnes Horan [her true name]." "Oh, my deepest apologies, Miss Horan," the steward replied. "I didn't recognize you. Please let me bring you anything you desire."
Years later, I flew from Phoenix to Madrid with a stopover in Atlanta. In Atlanta, a mechanical problem was discovered on the plane and the airline put us all up in a hotel for the night. Not wanting to exit the airport and go back through security, I opted to remain at the airport instead. I tried to enter the first class club lounge for free, explaining the situation to the desk clerk, but to no avail. Later I told the story to my brother, who remarked, "Well, obviously, they didn't recognize you as the grand-nephew of Agnes Horan."
Assuming I know what you're refering to, I would attach a trigger warning to this.