The morning sun, usually a welcome sight, cast harsh shadows on the woman standing on my porch, her face a mask of indignation. Mrs. Gable, Grandma’s “entitled neighbor,” as she so lovingly referred to her, was a force of nature, and not a particularly pleasant one.
“How long am I supposed to wait for my share of the will?!” she demanded, her voice a grating rasp that could curdle milk. “My grandkids are coming over, and I want them to take their part of the inheritance before they leave!”
I blinked, trying to process the sheer audacity of her statement. “Mrs. Gable,” I said, my voice calm despite the rising tide of annoyance, “Grandma’s will… it doesn’t mention you.”
Her eyes widened, then narrowed into slits. “Nonsense! We were like family! She wouldn’t leave me out.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, “but everything in the house now belongs to me.”
I offered a small concession. “I’ve packed some boxes for donation. You’re welcome to look through them, see if there’s anything you want.”
“Donation boxes?!” she shrieked. “Your grandma was like family to us! We had to be mentioned in the will. Give it to me! I have to see for myself.”
“I can’t do that,” I said, my patience wearing thin. “The will is a legal document.”
She planted her feet, a stubborn look on her face. “Then I’m not leaving. I’ll just stand here until you give me what’s mine.” She proceeded to stand directly in front of my porch, peering into my windows and muttering under her breath.
I sighed. This was getting ridiculous. I needed to give this woman a reality check, a gentle but firm reminder that she wasn’t entitled to anything.
I went inside, grabbed a pen and a scrap of paper, and returned to the porch. Mrs. Gable watched me, her eyes filled with suspicion.
“What’s that?” she asked, her voice laced with distrust.
“I’m writing you a bill,” I said, my voice deliberately casual.
“A bill? For what?”
“For services rendered,” I said, scribbling on the paper. “Let’s see… ‘Consultation regarding inheritance, one hour… $100.'”
Mrs. Gable’s face turned a shade of purple I didn’t think possible. “Are you serious?!”
“Perfectly,” I said, adding another line. “‘Unauthorized surveillance of private property, one hour… $50.'”
“That’s outrageous!” she sputtered.
“And,” I continued, adding a final line, “‘Emotional distress caused by unwarranted demands, one hour… $150.'” I handed her the paper. “That’ll be $300, Mrs. Gable.”
She snatched the paper from my hand, her eyes scanning the ludicrous list. “You can’t do this!”
“Actually, I can,” I said, a smile playing on my lips. “And if you don’t pay, I’ll have to add late fees.”
She crumpled the paper in her fist, her face a mask of fury. “You’re just like your grandma!” she hissed. “Entitled and selfish!”
“Perhaps,” I said, “but I’m also practical. And I value my peace of mind.”
She glared at me for a moment, then turned and stomped off the porch, muttering about lawyers and lawsuits. I watched her go, a sense of satisfaction washing over me.
Later that day, as I sorted through Grandma’s belongings, I found a small, velvet-lined box tucked away in a drawer. Inside was a handwritten note, addressed to me.
“My dearest grandchild,” it read, “I know Mrs. Gable can be… persistent. Remember, you owe no one anything. Your happiness is your own. And sometimes, a little bit of absurdity is the best way to deal with entitlement.”
I smiled, a warm feeling spreading through my chest. Grandma had known exactly what to do. And she had left me the perfect tool to handle it. I had learned a valuable lesson that day: sometimes, the best way to deal with entitled people is to meet their absurdity with your own. And a little bit of humor never hurts.
Mysterious plane found in the sea – Navy goes speechless when they look inside
Recently enlisted in the Navy, Jack oversaw a routine naval mission that took an unexpected turn when a submerged aircraft—first thought to be significant historically—unveiled a deadly and dark truth.
The team who discovered the airplane was intrigued by the enigmatic collection of objects they discovered, and the aircraft garnered a lot of attention.
Further investigation revealed that the plane’s last known location coincided with where it is currently resting beneath the waves. With this discovery, the group came up with a calculated plan to pull the airplane out of its watery tomb.
Years of training and experience allowed a team of divers to maneuver around the aircraft, but it was made obvious that entering the plane in its present location was not conceivable. This called for the implementation of a backup plan: the use of a huge crane that was already positioned on the ship’s deck and ready to take on the enormous task of raising the aircraft to the surface.
Jack and the rest of his team felt a tangible feeling of wonder when the aircraft finally rose above the ocean’s depths and into the light. However, they were surprised to find something unexpected when they looked inside the aircraft.
The inside displayed a startling assortment of objects rather than what they had anticipated, adding to the mystery surrounding the airplane. A small hint caught Jack’s attention, setting off a chain of events that would reveal an extraordinary criminal plot.
There was not a single piece of information that would have indicated the presence of passengers or personnel on the aircraft. Normally alive with the pilot’s actions, the cockpit was oddly quiet and deserted, raising many concerns about what might have happened before the jet crashed into the ocean.
There were hints of tinkering with the emergency exit door, which fueled rumors about what would happen to possible occupants. The mystery was further compounded by the absence of possible passengers’ personal goods, leaving Jack and his colleagues with more questions than answers.
Watch the video below to find out more.
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