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Monday, 4 March 2013

How, overnight, I became a multi-millionaire is not a kid's story!

My regular exercise begins at dawn, of course, indoors; otherwise, plainclothes men might take me in as a suspect! Normally, I open the gate to look for unusual things such as a stranger's car parked right in the driveway, etc. On the morning of that very day, to my great surprise, I saw a black carry-on bag neatly and visibly placed on the driveway. To be honest, it filled me with great expectations.

However, after the first glance, instinctively, I recoiled, wondering if it could be a booby trap or a bomb. Now, stupidly hid myself behind the pillar of the gate, believing that it would give me some protection, forgetting momentarily that new explosives can pulverize a block.

Nothing happened, otherwise, this blog wouldn't have been written! Anyway, unconsciously, I became curious, and stupidly bold. First, examined the street to see if someone with a remote control might be watching me. There was no one in sight. I tried every dim-witted thing imaginable to make sure the bag was safe to handle, such as poking it with a stick or moving it round and round or tilting it. Finally, decided to unzip the bag!

Slowly, the bag was unzipped. Having done so, I could not believe my eyes. It was packed with several same size plastic bags containing a white powder. I took it for white cement or the like. Out of curiosity, pierced the top bag with the door key to examine the stuff. It was neither cement nor plaster. Suddenly a shock overtook me. After recovering, inferred that it might be narcotic drugs. Now, visualized the publically routine hanging of allegedly drug traffickers, probably self-employed, or involuntarily involved, but not a registered trafficker!

Based on TV footages, I guessed the price of the content must be something around thousands of US dollars, momentarily, feeling elated.

It was still dark. I felt I needed some time to assess my situation. Now, furtively, looked around to see if it was a trap to catch me as a drug trafficker.

Now, I decided to wipe out any possible fingerprints might have been left by me on the plastic bag. Next, I zipped the bag and as a precaution wiped the slider. Then decided to close the gate and slip in, pretending to have seen nothing.

Sitting on a step, I thought and thought over and over, realizing that I could not, even if ethically could convince myself, to sell a teaspoon of the stuff. Yes, it was a lost & found treasure, but it required marketing and I had no assistance.

Now, a scary thought overcame me: they can still hang me because the bag is found at my gate. Maybe someone else had the same rationalization and moved the bag to my door step to save his neck. Maybe I should do the same.

Unfortunately, the sun was rising and visibility was high. If someone saw me placing the bag even in the dumper bin it might be unsafe. Therefore, very cautiously, without bending, I slid the bag under a bush covered with long creeping branches of ivy. Then with my feet, camouflaged the bag, to be dumped in the bin after midnight if I had the guts.

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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