Don’t ask me why, but I find myself wanting to create a bit of… not trouble, per se, but perhaps some inappropriate humour, especially when I’m approaching someone in uniform.
Today, for instance, my Uber took me to my local mall using a shortcut through the neighbouring airforce base. As we approached the soldier guarding the gate, I felt a compulsion to roll down the window and ask “Pardon me, comrade, where are the military jets, please” in a thick Russian accent.
Thankfully, I’ve never gone beyond thinking about doing something; I’m sure the repercussions would be less than humorous.
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Story 2 — Blame It On Croquet
Photo by Erol Ahmed on Unsplash
It was always a question of when and how Le Comte Rouen would come to a bad end.
A well-known womanizer and an incorrigible drunkard, it was his compulsive gambling that finally landed him as a penniless beggar.
An upstart noble, who seemingly could smell opportunity, got under Rouen’s skin which led to a challenge: a game of croquet. Le Comte arrogantly accepted. Within minutes, Le Comte’s small bet was lost.
He blamed the loss on the noble, so they exchanged equipment and played again for larger stakes. He lost again.
And again. And again.
Until he was bankrupted.
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