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Outjerked by TSA Agent

TSA flagged me for a belt, pulled me aside and started to give me a backhanded pat down to the goods. I look over at my wife and say “This better not be the only action I’m getting on this trip.” Swear the TSA agent about choked trying to hold in his laughter and stay professional. He then turns to my wife and says “Are you a size medium glove?”

She still sets a plate for him every Sunday

My grandmother lost my grandfather almost 11 years ago. They were married for 52 years. Every Sunday, for as long as I can remember, she would cook his favorite meal — roast chicken, potatoes, salad, always in the same bowls, same table setup. Last Sunday I went over to visit her and saw two plates set, like always. I gently reminded her it was just us. She smiled and said, “I know. But he always liked to sit with me on Sundays. I still like to pretend he does." She sat across from the empty chair and started serving the food like he was still there. It broke my heart in this quiet, gentle way. Grief isn’t loud, most of the time. It just lingers in the habits we can’t unlearn.

Woman kills her 5 and 7 yr old niece and nephew

Apparently, there was a woman who was basically watching her niece and nephew while the mom was away. Mind you, she is bat shit crazy. So one day she gets upset with them and beats them to death, she then puts the boy's dead body in a suitcase, and the girl she triple wraps in a big trash bag and puts them in her trunk. The mom finally reaches back out asking when she can get her kids, but ofc since they are dead, the aunt can't give her a date/time, so she blocks the mom. She is later caught on the road with expired tags, so the police pull her over, while she has the dead bodies in the trunk. At this point, they have been dead for a while. The cop then say, "Well, your tags are expired, you can't be driving this car, so we are going to tow it." She's like "ok can I get my stuff from the trunk?", and as soon as she opens the trunk, the smell of decaying bodies hit the officers, and they search her trunk, all to find the deceased kids. Apparently, s...

The email I sent to the wrong address changed my life

I’d always rolled my eyes at the "happy accidents" people talked about online – until I became one of them. Earlier this year I was stuck at work on a Friday night trying to smooth over a client situation. I drafted a long, vulnerable email to my coworker, venting about the mistake I’d made and how burnt out I was, and hit send without double‑checking the address. A couple hours later, my phone buzzed with a reply from a woman I didn’t recognize. She lived in a different city and politely let me know I’d emailed the wrong person, but she also said my honesty resonated with her. She had been a nurse for 30 years and had just retired. Her words were warm and empathetic; she told me about the night shifts, the feeling of being invisible, and how she’d finally stepped away. Instead of brushing it off, I wrote back. What started as an apology turned into a conversation that unfolded over weeks. We traded stories about our families, our jobs and the things we regretted not doing. ...

I sent flowers to the wrong apartment. She showed up at my door three days later and changed everything.

So on Valentine’s Day, I ordered flowers for this girl I’d been kind of seeing. Nothing super serious, but I thought it’d be a nice gesture. Just something small. I was in a rush and typed her address too fast. Didn’t even notice I mixed up two numbers in her apartment. Hit place order and went on with my day. Got the delivery confirmation a couple hours later but no text. No thank you, no these are beautiful nothing. Just silence. Next day, still nothing. By day three, I figured alright, cool, guess that’s over. Kinda sucked but whatever. Then someone knocked on my door. This woman’s standing there with the flowers in her hands. I didn’t recognize her at first. She goes, Hey these showed up at my place. I almost threw them out but they were too pretty. Figured I’d try to get them to the right person. I was like Oh. Wow. Yeah. Those were for someone who didn’t really answer. She smiled and said, Their loss. And then, before leaving she kinda laughed and said, “You’ve got good taste th...

I ended up in my neighbors will

A few months ago, I moved into a new apartment building. First time living alone. First time realizing I have *no* idea how to cook rice without Googling it. Anyway, my neighbor across the hall is an older lady named Mrs. Kaplan. She’s like 80-something, walks with a cane that has a tiny built-in flashlight (respect), and wears a robe with embroidered cats on it. Big grandma energy. One day, I helped her carry her groceries up the stairs because the elevator was broken. She gave me a butterscotch candy and said, *“You’re a good boy. Just like my grandson.”* I thought she was being sweet and nostalgic. Nope. She started calling me “Ben.” My name is not Ben. But every time I corrected her, she just squinted at me and went, *“Don’t be difficult, Ben.”* So I gave up. I became Ben. She’d knock on my door with Tupperware full of mysterious casseroles and say things like, *“Eat this. You’re too skinny. Ben was too skinny too. Poor thing.”* I figured hey, free food. Who am I to argue? Fast fo...

My sister tried to sabotage my college applications, and now she wants my help. I said no.

This happened last year, but I still think about it sometimes, especially now that I’m getting ready to leave for college. I (18M) have always been kind of the "academic" kid in the family. I studied hard, joined all the right clubs, volunteered, all of that. College was a huge deal for me. I spent months prepping applications, writing my Common App essay, editing, rewriting… the works. I was aiming high—top-tier schools—and I knew the essays could make or break me. My sister (20F) is older by two years. We used to be close growing up—movie nights, late-night talks, all of it. But things changed after she dropped out of college during her first semester. She came back home and started working odd jobs, kind of aimless, and I think somewhere along the way, resentment built up. She started making these passive-aggressive comments all the time. Stuff like, “Oh look, the golden child got another A,” or “Mom and Dad basically built a shrine to your report cards.” I always brushed...

I accidentally joined a neighborhood watch group chat and now I’m in too deep

It started a few weeks ago when I scanned a QR code in the lobby. I thought it was just for simple building updates like when the elevators are down or when they do fire inspections. I didn’t think much of it. Turns out it was a group chat for the neighborhood watch. At first I just read along. People were posting blurry photos of cars they didn’t recognize. Someone asked if anyone else heard a weird sound at three in the morning. It felt harmless and kind of funny. I didn’t really write anything. I just watched. Then it started to get intense. One night someone wrote that they saw suspicious activity near the west entrance and suddenly there were twenty people replying with theories and long messages. Someone uploaded a zoomed in photo of a guy walking his dog and someone else joked that he was probably up to something. I was about to comment that it was Greg from 4B but before I could even type someone had already written out an entire step by step plan on how to casually bump into ...

Telling a doctor how my family member tried to catch a bat by spraying a fire extinguisher

So last week a bat appeared at a relative's house. In trying to catch it, my older brother decided to try to tame it by spraying a fire extinguisher on it. It didn't work and left dust everywhere and caused everyone to cough. We caught the bat the next day and it tested negative for rabies. (We tested it since it was out while some of us were sleeping with the door open). An older relative who was at the house has cancer and was home during this bat ordeal. Over the weekend they had trouble breathing so we had to take them to the ER. They are admitted to the hospital for pneumonia and potentially pneumonitis (inflammation of the lung tissue). Today the pulmonologist was there and talking to this relative trying to understand when the symptoms started and if it maybe related to the cancer meds. I go "so we had a bat in the house and one of us decided to spray a fire extinguisher at it." He looks shocked and kind of laughs. But then he said it probably wasn't relat...

Started a business relationship with a great guy . Met his wife who I had sex with in my 20s

As per the title . Five years ago just before Covid I was contacted by a guy . He was looking into our services . We started doing business on a regular basis . He always paid on time . Great customer and person, We got to know each other . Baseball games , bars , lunch … etc . We became friends in many ways . I genuinely like him as a person . A month ago we had a larger function at our local Board of Trade . It is there that I was introduced to his wife . As per the title . I have not seen her in decades . We met in 1996. Saw each other a few times . Then one thing lead to another. A sexual relationship that lasted just under 1 year . We got along . I was hoping to start a relationship with her but she wanted an open relationship . She was promiscuous and told me so . She was hoping to have fun and “snag “ a professional athlete . We went our separate ways and never had contact in almost 30 years . Not until that event . When introduced, I could tell by her eyes that she recognized ...

If you’re poor don’t have kids

I know this sounds so bad but I stand by it. You shouldn’t have a kid if you can’t support it. I was in Boston last night just walking around and I saw a homeless woman with her kid. Maybe 3-4 years old. And that was the saddest thing I’ve ever seen. Not only was this kid just on the ground with her mother , everybody was just walking past them. I bought a few meals and gave it to them but it was so sad I just drove home. Children are a gift, yes. But if your having a kid you know you can’t take care of please reconsider. I mean man that hit me different I’m not gonna lie. Edit: I definitely should have added to the post my bad, but the woman was clearly a junkie. Looked like a methhead. It was just very sad to see. A lot of people are arguing that I wouldn’t know the situation they could have had, which is true. But her being messed up like that doesn’t give me much hope. Again I’ve should have added that

My sister died two years ago. Last night, she called and said I’m not alone.

They say if you want to talk to the dead, you better be ready to listen. I never believed in any of that crap. Ghosts, spirits, signs from beyond… just stories people made up to help them sleep at night. My sister Mia was one of those believers. She was obsessed with life after death. She even asked to be buried with a walkie-talkie—just in case. She died two years ago in a car crash. No warning, no goodbyes. One moment she was on the phone with me, complaining that she thought someone was following her... the next—just silence. They found her body twenty minutes later. I haven’t been the same since. For a while, I stopped answering calls completely. Just hearing the ringtone made me nauseous. But tonight... something made me pick up. BLOCKED flashed on my screen at 2:13 a.m. I let it ring once… twice… then answered. At first, all I heard was static. Faint, like an old radio caught between two stations. Then a voice broke through. "...Alex?" My chest tightened. It was Mia. H...

AITA for refusing to keep paying "Black tax" even though my family is struggling?

I’m a 28-year-old African woman working as a teacher. I’m not rich, but I’m stable. Since I started earning, I’ve been expected to help my extended family—groceries, school fees, sending money to my mom, bills, and more. In our culture, it’s called “Black tax,” and I understood it growing up. I helped where I could. But lately, it’s too much. My siblings expect me to cover everything, and my mom never says no to them. I was even asked to contribute to a cousin’s wedding. Meanwhile, I’ve drained my savings, missed chances, and lived paycheck to paycheck—while others buy new phones and clothes. I finally said no. I’m saving for therapy, travel, and a deposit for my own place. I told my family I’m not a bank. I’ll help with needs, not everything. My mom cried, my aunt called me whitewashed, and my brother said I’m selfish. But I’ve spent years putting them first. I still love them—but I’m tired of carrying everyone. Am I really the bad guy for finally choosing myself?

My roommate faked a stalker for clout… so I became the stalker.

My ex-roommate Sarah started posting TikToks about being “stalked” by a neighbor. She never filed a report. Never named anyone. Just vague stories about being watched and “not feeling safe.” Her videos went viral. She got a flood of support. Then brand deals. Sponsors. News interviews. Problem is: there was no stalker. I knew because I was the one with the Ring cam. Nothing ever happened. She told me off-camera it was “harmless acting.” So I made it real. I used a burner phone to text her creepy messages. Stood across the street in a hoodie once and waved. Sent her a note in her mailbox that said: “Now it’s real.” She stopped posting immediately. Deleted TikTok. Moved out in 2 weeks. Nobody knows it was me. But I gave her what she wanted — a story. You’re welcome.

He left her a voicemail the day before the surgery. She didn't listen to it until 3 years later

Nobody tells you how loud a phone can feel when the person who called you is no longer alive. For three years, Claire kept that one unopened voicemail at the bottom of her call log. It was from Mark — her husband. Left on a Tuesday afternoon, just a few hours before his heart surgery. The surgery that, on paper, was routine. It wasn't. He never woke up. They were married for 12 years. No kids. Just a small house with creaky floors, a garden she always meant to fix, and two mismatched mugs they fought over every morning. It wasn't a perfect marriage, but it was theirs. Real, lived-in, a little bruised but full of laughter and small rituals. The morning of the surgery, he kissed her forehead and joked, "Don't forget to feed my sourdough starter. That thing's more high-maintenance than I am." She rolled her eyes, told him he was being dramatic, and said she'd call after work. She never got to. The call came instead from a nurse. Unexpected complication. Hear...

I lied on my resume as a joke and accidentally got hired

In 2022, I was unemployed, underqualified, and honestly just bored. My job hunt had turned into a spiral of sending applications into the void and refreshing Gmail like it owed me money. So, one night, high on instant noodles and low on impulse control, I decided to spice things up. I made a fake resume. Not notcam anyone. More, but more a parody. I claimed I was a “Workflow Optimization Executive” at a pizza place I got fired from. I said a “cross-functional team of delivery experts” (aka I told two drivers where to go during a snowstorm once). I even added “fluent in cloud-based solutions” because I once used Google Drive. Sent it off just for laughs. Closed the laptop. Slept like a clown. Two days later, *ding!* I got an interview. At first, I thought it was spam. But no. Real company. Real position. Real salary. I debated ghosting them, but curiosity got the best of me. I prepped like mad. Googled terms I didn’t understand on my resume. Practiced smiling while sounding like I knew ...

I accidentally went on a date with someone who thought I was their other Tinder match

So, a couple months ago I matched with this girl on Tinder. We had a pretty normal convo, nothing crazy, but eventually she asks me to grab coffee. Chill, right? We meet at this cute local spot, she gives me a quick hug, and right off the bat she says: “Wow, you look even better than your hiking pics!” Problem is… I don’t hike. Like, I don’t even walk briskly. I just nod and laugh it off. We keep talking and she starts referencing stuff that makes zero sense. “Your dog is so cute—what was his name again? Bentley?” I don’t have a dog. Never have. Then she mentions how I told her I used to live in Colorado. Again, not me. I’ve never even been west of Kansas. So now I’m trying to figure out if I have early onset memory loss or if she’s mistaking me for someone else entirely. Finally, mid-latte, I ask, “Hey, just to clarify… what’s my name?” She looks confused. “Jake?” Friends… my name is not Jake. We just stared at each other for a solid five seconds before she burst out laughing. Appare...

My father ruined me and my moms life by being an insecure psychopath and telling me that he was God himself.

Warning for those sensitive to subjects of abuse both physical and psychological. I am writing this to hopefully free myself from my own demons. Some of this story will be hard for others to believe and I understand that by telling this story here, that I will be opening my personal life to the internet. But to be honest, I would rather deal with hecklers on the internet, than the one that is in life, as well as in my mind. I also apologize for any incorrect grammar or punctuation on my part. This is the most difficult thing I have ever had to write, for reasons I will explain in the story. As the title of the story explains, my father was a monster that took pleasure in emasculating me and abusing my mother who has been passed from this world over a year ago. I was a 90's kid that lived in the deep south of Alabama. A small quiet place where the nearest town was twenty minutes. This isolation played a part in my psychological issues that I will discuss. My parents married young,...

The last thing I said to my brother was 'You're being dramatic.' And then he died that night

It's been 8 years, and I still hear it in my head. We were close, me and my younger brother. Not the "hug-all-the-time" kind of close, but the real kind — inside like jokes, finishing each other's sentences, basically roasting each other constantly, but always showing up when it mattered. He was just 19. Funny. Loud. But sensitive, though he'd never admit it. He'd just started college and was already talking about dropping out because it "wasn't what he expected." I told him to stop being dramatic. We had an argument the night before he died. He was venting about how he felt out of place, like he was falling behind in life. I was tired. Burnt out from work. Not in the mood. He said, "You don't get it. I feel like I'm disappearing." But I snapped. "You're being dramatic. Everyone feels like that at 19." And that's somehow true, but maybe not for him. After that coversation he went quiet. He just nodded. Said ...

I got into a fight with a Netflix actor and didn’t even knew who he was

So this happened last year. I was working as a bartender in this kinda fancy bar in LA where a lot of people come to show off. You get influencers, actors, TikTok people… that kind of crowd. One Friday night, this guy comes in with a girl. He looked like some Hollywood dude. Tall, kinda flashy, wearing expensive shit, beard perfectly trimmed, just screaming “I think I’m important.” The girl he was with was one of those types that look like they live on Instagram. She didn’t say much. He, on the other hand, was being loud and acting like he owned the place. Demanding a table that was already reserved, talking down to waitresses, trying to be funny but really just being a jerk. Then he said something to my coworker (who’s really sweet btw) like: Are your hands good for anything other than pouring drinks? She just looked shocked. I saw red. I told him, Yo man, maybe treat people like people, not like background extras in your life. He gave me that look like, you don’t know who you’re tal...

coworker just stood up mid-chaos and said "I choose peace"

he calmly shut his laptop, stood up, and said "I choose peace." Then left the office like it was the final scene of a movie. came back two hours later with fresh hair cut and a bubble tea. Then sat down like nothing ever happened. No one said a word, including our manager. absolute icon.

FINAL UPDATE! This is the final update to "I think my wife's friend is developing feelings for me"

Firstly, thank you everyone for your good advice. This will be the last update to this crazy series of events. Now let's get to what your all waiting for the update. D came over, we all sat down at the table, the kids are at their aunts for the night. I stated that I wanted everything to come out, all the cards on the table. I want to know everything. So this is what went down: D has always had awful luck with men. She vents to me and my wife about it all the time. During a conversation when I wasn't present D had said something along the lines of "wishing she could find a man like yours, because she will never know what it feels like to be genuinely wanted and appreciated. My wife made a bad decision and in trying to comfort her friend suggested treating me more like a bf then just a good friend, nothing physical just the support and comfort and validation for a little to get an idea of what to look for in a man. D said she was fine with that but when she started to ...

UPDATE!! This is an update to:"my wife's best friend is developing feelings for me and my wife's doesn't believe me".

Sitting in my lap: This has only happened twice. Both instances were at parties where there was no seating left where I was sitting, I actually offered her my seat which she said thanks and sat on my lap. Yes both times were in front of my wife and she thought it was funny so rather then make a scene by kicking her off I waiting till an opportunity came (needed more food/drink, bathroom ect.) Is she hot/am I attracted to her?: By society standards she would be very attractive, by society standards my wife would not be as attractive. THAT BEING SAID , my wife is exactly what I want in a women (just speaking physically atm) my wife is short, very pale skin, long curly brown hair, and not skinny because of the children we have had together. I love my wife the way she is and we are working together to help her loose the babyfat she wants to lose. D on the other hand is taller then me I'm 5'10, tan skin, straight dirty blonde hair, and skinny. Again attractive, just not what I...

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She picked someone else, and that’s when I chose myself.

I loved a girl who never truly saw me. Not in the poetic sense of "she didn’t notice I liked her"... no, she knew. She knew I cared deeply. She knew I’d be there when no one else was. She knew I’d always reply, always listen, always show up when it mattered. And I think... she liked having that. Someone who made her feel special when she needed it, but never someone she wanted to keep. She played with hearts. Not in the evil way... not malicious... but she liked attention. She loved being wanted. And I was one of the many guys orbiting her, hoping one day I’d be "the one." I ignored the red flags. I justified her hot-and-cold energy. I told myself, "She’s just figuring herself out. Maybe one day she’ll see that I’m the one who actually cares." But she didn’t. She chose someone else. Not because he was better. Not because he loved her more. But because he was more exciting. A thrill. A challenge. And me? I was the safety net. The backup plan. The one she t...

My nephews have these diverse baby toys and I'm not sure how to feel about it.

My twin nephews have these baby dolls. Which is cool because their mom isnt worried about "making them gay" and wants them to have a wide range of toys that are traditionally both male and female because why not? My nephews like their play kitchen and their black baby dolls. Its really cute and sweet because they love their "babies" until you see them play with them. They are still too young to really play in a way that makes sense with the dolls. So it's a beautiful concept that they love these black dolls but it kinda feels racist that all they do is smash them into the walls lol. Everytime i see them they are more advanced so im sure soon they will feed the "babies" or put them to bed or more skillful play but right now it's just child abuse.

A man gave me his old family videos. After watching them, I understand why he was so desperate to get rid of them.

My job is trash. I don’t mean that in a metaphorical, “I hate my career” kind of way. I mean it literally. I’m a garbage collector. My alarm goes off at 4 AM, I pull on steel-toed boots, and I spend the next eight hours heaving the things people don’t want anymore into the back of a growling truck. It’s a dirty, smelly, physically demanding job, but it pays the bills for my tiny apartment, and it’s honest work. You also learn a lot about people from what they throw away. Most of the time, it’s just bags of household garbage. But sometimes you find… treasures. A broken piece of furniture that can be fixed. A box of old books. People get rid of the strangest things. My rule is that if it’s in a box and set out separately, it’s fair game to take a look. That’s how I ended up with the tapes. It happened a few weeks ago. I was on my usual route through a quiet, older suburban neighborhood. One of the residents, a man probably in his late 20s, flagged me down. He looked awful. His eyes were...

My Boss Tried to Blame Me for a Client Disaster, So I Pulled the Receipts

This wasn’t my first time taking heat for someone else’s screw-up. But it was the last. A few months into my job, I noticed something off. My boss, Carrie, loved delegation but only the risky stuff. Anything high-profile and polished? That was all her. But the last minute fire drills? Always dumped on me, usually without context, and always when she was mysteriously “unreachable.” It finally blew up last Thursday. A major client presentation tanked. Slides were missing. Data was outdated. The CEO was in the room. Carrie looked me dead in the eye and said, “Apologies my associate must have sent the wrong version.” She meant me. Problem was, I hadn’t touched the deck. I’d offered to help earlier that week, but she told me she had it “totally under control.” So I sat down, opened our project folder, and like magic found everything. Timestamps. Versions. Even a Slack message where she told me not to worry about it. So I did what any accused employee with cloud backups would do. I compiled...

My Boss Tried to Blame Me for a Client Disaster, So I Pulled the Receipts

This wasn’t my first time taking heat for someone else’s screw-up. But it was the last. A few months into my job, I noticed something off. My boss, Carrie, loved delegation but only the risky stuff. Anything high-profile and polished? That was all her. But the last minute fire drills? Always dumped on me, usually without context, and always when she was mysteriously “unreachable.” It finally blew up last Thursday. A major client presentation tanked. Slides were missing. Data was outdated. The CEO was in the room. Carrie looked me dead in the eye and said, “Apologies my associate must have sent the wrong version.” She meant me. Problem was, I hadn’t touched the deck. I’d offered to help earlier that week, but she told me she had it “totally under control.” So I sat down, opened our project folder, and like magic found everything. Timestamps. Versions. Even a Slack message where she told me not to worry about it. So I did what any accused employee with cloud backups would do. I compiled...

I Let a Stranger Borrow My Charger at the Airport. Six Months Later, She Changed My Life

So I was stuck on this long layover in Denver. The airport was super crowded and every outlet was taken. People were basically guarding their chargers like their lives depended on it. I noticed this woman nearby who looked pretty stressed. She kept checking her phone and you could tell it was about to die. I had my power bank with me and, for once, it was actually charged. So I just handed it to her and said, “Hey, you can use this if you want.” She looked at me like I just handed her a winning lottery ticket. Are you serious? yeah go for it I said. While her phone charged, we started talking. She had just come from a job interview and was heading home. Told me she hadn’t worked in over a year and wasn’t sure if she was still cut out for it. I told her she totally was. We ended up chatting for like half an hour before I had to board. She gave me back the charger, thanked me a bunch, and that was it. Then last week, I went to this local networking thing I almost skipped. Halfway throug...

my coworker secretly learning sign language to talk to a customer had me crying fr

alright so we got this regular who’s deaf he comes in almost every morning for coffee and a muffin sometimes he switches it up but mostly the same order he always writes it out on his phone or paper and just points and smiles real chill dude never complains never causes a fuss he’s literally the sweetest we all kinda just got used to that routine you know we read his note he gives us the biggest smile and goes on his way i always thought it was cool that he still came every day even tho it probably took extra effort for him but then my coworker she’s kinda quiet type super shy she started taking sign language classes on her own like nobody asked her she just decided she wanted to make him feel more included she didn’t even tell anyone she was doing it she would just sit in the break room on her phone practicing or watch videos during lunch one day i noticed her practicing in the mirror mouthing out words and doing hand signs i thought she was just being goofy or practicing a dance at ...

Teacher fails me for being absent but realizes the real reason why

Mrs. Elissa was our chemistry teacher in 12th grade . She was super strict to everyone exept her daughter. Once, I got detention for "being suspicious" by raising my hand when she asked about what happens when you mix sodium and water claiming I was "probably planning something" her daughter asked if she could make mustard gas with oxygen and nitrogen and got a warning. One day, I was getting a starter dose of Dupixent to prevent flares in my psoriasis. She failed my next test and said "was absent two weeks ago under suspicious circumstances" when my parents told her that I needed to be constantly needed to check for allergic reactions and couldn't risk it at school and was approved by the principal. She even said to the class that "suspicious students like me were automatically failing chemistry no matter how smart they are" we complained to the principal the next day and she just said "it's fine let the boy fail it won't effec...

We met halfway across the world, then again at home. Plot twist: same state, same city, different continents

So about 9 years ago, I’m in Vietnam on vacation, sweating my life away, pretending to be “finding myself” when I was really just aggressively Googling “best pho near me.” I’m in some small shop grabbing a drink, and I end up having a tiny conversation with this girl. Nothing crazy, just small talk about how we both clearly don’t belong in the 110° humidity and how neither of us really knew what we were doing. She was funny, chill, and cute in a very “cool traveler who actually packed sunscreen” way. We talked for a few minutes and then went our separate ways. Didn’t exchange contacts, didn’t even catch names. Just one of those “passing ships” moments. But here’s where it gets weird. Months later, I’m back in Boston, walking through the Public Garden, minding my own business, when I swear I see the same girl sitting on a bench reading. I do the world’s most awkward double take, and she looks up and does that “wait… do I know you?” squint. We ended up talking again. Turns out she was t...

I went to the wrong funeral. I stayed. Now her grandma sends me birthday cards.

I was in a new city. A week in, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize: “Hey, service is at 3. Wear something dark, she hated bright colors. I know you didn’t know her well, but it would mean a lot if you came.” I stared at it. I wasn’t sure who it was meant for. But it felt… urgent. Like maybe they really needed someone there. And I had nothing else to do. So, I went. I pulled up to the church a few minutes early. Sat in the back. No one questioned me. I figured maybe it was a distant coworker or a college friend. I kept waiting for someone to say, “Wait, who are you?” But they didn’t. The woman who had passed her name was Marion had the kindest smile I’ve ever seen. I learned about her love for jazz, her cat named Newton, and how she never let anyone leave her house without taking a cookie. I sat through every eulogy like I’d known her forever. Afterward, during the gathering, her grandmother approached me. “You were her friend from art class, weren’t you?” she asked. I froze...