The Travel Agent’s Surprise
A travel agent was finishing up paperwork when he noticed an elderly couple standing outside his shop window. They were holding hands, staring longingly at the posters of tropical beaches, cruise ships, and mountain getaways — the kind of scenes that make you dream.
Something about them tugged at his heart. They looked sweet… and maybe a little wistful.
The agent had just wrapped up a great business week, so in a burst of generosity, he rushed outside and said, “Come on in! I think I can make your day.”
Inside, he smiled and told them, “I know travel isn’t cheap, especially on a pension. But you know what? I want to gift you both a luxury vacation — flights, hotel, everything. No catch. Just say yes.”
The couple looked stunned. The old man blinked twice before whispering, “You mean… free?”
“Completely,” the agent said. “You’ve earned it.”
Tears filled the lady’s eyes as they accepted the offer. His assistant booked them a five-star resort — ocean view, champagne welcome, the works.
A month later, the old woman came back, glowing like sunshine.
“Oh, it was wonderful!” she said. “The flight was smooth, the hotel was like a dream — I just came to thank you…”
She leaned in closer and lowered her voice. “But I do have one question.”
The agent smiled. “Of course — what is it?”
She whispered, “Who was that old man I had to share the room with?”
The Shoebox Secret
Harold and Edna had been married for over sixty years. They shared everything — stories, secrets, laughter, even their aches and pains.
Well… almost everything.
From the day they married, Edna kept one rule: Harold was never to open the small shoebox in the top of her closet. Ever.
He respected that promise for decades — until one day, when Edna fell gravely ill.
Sitting beside her hospital bed, Harold held her frail hand and said softly, “Edna, you’ve been my whole world. But before you go… can I finally know what’s in that box?”
She smiled weakly and nodded. “Go ahead, dear.”
Harold lifted the lid — and froze. Inside were two crocheted dolls and a bundle of cash totaling $95,000.
His eyes widened. “Edna, what on earth is all this?”
She chuckled faintly. “Before we got married, my grandmother gave me some advice. She told me that whenever I got angry with you, instead of arguing, I should crochet a doll.”
Harold’s throat tightened. He looked down at the two little dolls and tears filled his eyes. “After all these years, you were only mad at me twice?”
Edna smiled sweetly. “That’s right.”
He smiled back, deeply touched. “But… where did the $95,000 come from?”
Edna patted his hand. “Oh, that’s from selling all the other dolls.”
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