"Do you have any interesting stories?" I asked.
"No, not really. I mean I was just tollbooth operator," Mack responded.
"That sounds like it is the most boring job it the world," I asked.
"It was," Mack stated.
"Then why did you take it?" I said
"I don't remember, I think I just need the money, I always wanted to be a truck driver though. So, Jim what was interesting about your life that I haven't heard of yet?" I hear Mack say.
"Well, as you know, Mack, I was a police officer in my younger years. So, I am going to tell you an interesting story from those years," As I told him this I thought that this is such a sad story for such a bright beautiful day in the park, but I continued, "It was an ordinary day until I got an anonymous call in."
"Haven't I heard this before?" Mack said.
"No, it is different trust me," I replied and then continuing said, "It was just past lunch and the person said that they saw a middle aged woman digging what looked like a grave on top of the hill that overlooks the river."
"Yeah, I am pretty sure that I have heard this story before," Mack interrupted me.
"No, no, you haven't. I am telling you that. Now be silent," I replied.
"Fine," Mack stated while rolling his eyes.
"Continuing with my story, I thought that that sounded interesting and so I got into my car and I drove toward the hill. Then approaching the woman, who was mumbling something about her son be unhelpful, I saw that it looked like she was indeed digging a grave. She moved to put her shovel away in the trunk and I saw that it looked like she had an ax and a box in there as well," I interrupted the story to give Mack a warning, "It gets pretty gruesome here, so do you want to hear the rest of it?"
"Sure, bring it."
"Ok. Then I asked her what was in the box that was sitting next to the ax and she yelled no and defensively grabbed it. At which point I tried to take it from her and the box fell to the ground and a head rolled out. The head turned out to be the son she was mumbling about not being helpful. His body was found lying beheaded in the back seat."
"Well then."
"Yep, so how was the story?"
"I had heard it before."
"Really? Stupid old age."
"Yep, but did you really think that here was the best place to tell that story?"
"Probably not, but I am pretty sure that the people around us will think that we are just crazy old men."
"No, not really. I mean I was just tollbooth operator," Mack responded.
"That sounds like it is the most boring job it the world," I asked.
"It was," Mack stated.
"Then why did you take it?" I said
"I don't remember, I think I just need the money, I always wanted to be a truck driver though. So, Jim what was interesting about your life that I haven't heard of yet?" I hear Mack say.
"Well, as you know, Mack, I was a police officer in my younger years. So, I am going to tell you an interesting story from those years," As I told him this I thought that this is such a sad story for such a bright beautiful day in the park, but I continued, "It was an ordinary day until I got an anonymous call in."
"Haven't I heard this before?" Mack said.
"No, it is different trust me," I replied and then continuing said, "It was just past lunch and the person said that they saw a middle aged woman digging what looked like a grave on top of the hill that overlooks the river."
"Yeah, I am pretty sure that I have heard this story before," Mack interrupted me.
"No, no, you haven't. I am telling you that. Now be silent," I replied.
"Fine," Mack stated while rolling his eyes.
"Continuing with my story, I thought that that sounded interesting and so I got into my car and I drove toward the hill. Then approaching the woman, who was mumbling something about her son be unhelpful, I saw that it looked like she was indeed digging a grave. She moved to put her shovel away in the trunk and I saw that it looked like she had an ax and a box in there as well," I interrupted the story to give Mack a warning, "It gets pretty gruesome here, so do you want to hear the rest of it?"
"Sure, bring it."
"Ok. Then I asked her what was in the box that was sitting next to the ax and she yelled no and defensively grabbed it. At which point I tried to take it from her and the box fell to the ground and a head rolled out. The head turned out to be the son she was mumbling about not being helpful. His body was found lying beheaded in the back seat."
"Well then."
"Yep, so how was the story?"
"I had heard it before."
"Really? Stupid old age."
"Yep, but did you really think that here was the best place to tell that story?"
"Probably not, but I am pretty sure that the people around us will think that we are just crazy old men."
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