This all started on a pretty typical Saturday night. Myself, my partner, my sister and her partner, along with my mom and dad, were having one of our usual family nights at my parents’ house. We do this maybe once a month. Nothing fancy, just dinner, hanging out, catching up. We’re all in our early 40s now, and my parents are in their mid-70s. My dad is 76. We ordered Chinese food, ate way too much, and had a really nice evening. After dinner, like we often do, we decided to go for a walk around the neighborhood to help settle everything. My sister, my partner, and I all smoke marijuana fairly regularly. My parents don’t smoke at all. My dad especially has always been very “old school” about it. I remember him saying once that he tried it maybe a single time when he was a teenager in the 1960s, didn’t feel anything, and never bothered with it again. About six months earlier, something kind of funny had happened. The 6 of us were at Red Lobster for dinner and found a small package of l...
A guy stopped me in a parking garage yesterday and asked if I could help him find his car. He was older and pretty stressed and kept saying he knew he parked on level 4, so I figured we would walk around for five minutes and find it. We did four laps pressing his key fob and listening for anything. Nothing. Eventually a security guy came over and asked to see his parking ticket. He looked at it for about two seconds and told us he had parked in the East Garage. We were in the West Garage. Neither of us said anything for a second, then the guy started laughing so hard he had to lean against the wall. We went over to the other garage and his car was sitting exactly where he remembered leaving it. So technically his memory was fine. We just spent 37 minutes looking in the wrong building. submitted by /u/CheapChart3328 [link] [comments]