Story 4:
Some guy kept stealing my reserved parking spot at work. I left passive-aggressive notes. Nothing changed.
One rainy Monday, I blocked him in with cones and waited. He came out… limping. Turns out he had a surgery and couldn’t walk far. His spot was under renovation.
I felt like garbage… I offered him my spot permanently.
Story 5:
I used to prank call a grumpy old man every Friday. Just stupid stuff, like pretending I was pizza delivery. One day, I called and said nothing. He said, “Glad you called. No one else ever does.”
I stopped laughing. I started calling him just to talk. He told me stories, gave life advice, even helped me through my breakup. When I finally asked his name, he said, “Just call me Grandpa.”
A few weeks later, I got a call from his number. It was his nurse. He’d passed. He left me something in his will: a phone. It only had one contact, me.
