I have this friend named Catie. Catie isn't the brightest girl in the world. She's gullible and very flighty, the combination of the two often gets her into situations that make me laugh (at her).
One day a girl crashed into Catie's car as they were both leaving her neighborhood. There was no damage to either car, but the police were called and reports were written and at some point someone gave Catie a towel. She didn't really say why, so I am not sure if it was raining or maybe so hot that they thought it would be nice to help her wipe away the sweat, but a few weeks later she decided she should return the towel and maybe bake some cookies as a way to say thank you.
She went to the house, knocked on the door and a man answered. She asks for his wife and he says, "My wife has been dead for three years". Catie doesn't know how to practice the art of active listening, so she replies, "but I have her towel". He says again "my wife has been dead for three years". As she is recounting the story to me I am wondering if maybe the good Samaritan with the towel was in fact this man's wife. She seems so convinced that the towel came from this house. My only response was, "So, a ghost gave you a towel?" to which she replies, "Oh. No. I was at the wrong house"
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