worked for a construction company. One of the several jobs that he did was to drive a ready-mix cement truck. On the day in question he was delivering a load of wet cement to a construction site not far from his own home. On the spur of the moment he decided that he would make a small detour and pop in on Julie to apologize once again for how badly he had been behaving.
When he came within sight of his house, he saw that there was a strange car parked in his driveway. It was a large, shiny Cadillac convertible, with the top down. It was the kind of car that you don't see very often anymore.
Whose car was it? Instantly jealousy rose in Harry's mind and pushed out all his previous feelings of remorse and resolutions of calm and trust. He parked his truck about a block away and snuck back to his house.
As he crept around the back of the house, Harry heard voices coming from the kitchen. He peered in the window, and there was his wife talking to a handsome and well-dressed young man whom he had never seen before. The couple were laughing and joking together. He could imagine whom they were laughing at.
"I knew it," he said to himself. "I knew it. All of these years she has been lying to me. I wonder how many guys like this there have been. I'll bet they're having a great big joke at my expense."
For a moment Harry thought about bursting into the house and confronting the guilty couple. But what good would that do? They would just lie to him. Julie had been lying to him for years. She might even be able to convince him that she was innocent, as she had so many times in the past.
Then Harry had a brilliant idea for revenge. He crept out of the yard and back to his truck. He pulled the truck up alongside the Cadillac convertible in the driveway. The truck made a lot of noise, but as Harry sourly observed, they must have been having such a good time back there that they didn't hear a thing. Then Harry dumped the whole load of cement into the convertible, filling it completely.
He drove away, feeling immensely satisfied with himserf.
When Harry returned home that evening, he decided to play it cool and act as if nothing had happened.
"Hi, honey, I'm home," he called out cheerfully. "Anything important happen today?"
As soon as Julie heard his voice, she broke down. "Oh, Harry," she wailed. "The most awful thing has happened."
And then she explained. The Cadillac was a present that Julie had bought for Harry out of a small inheritance she had received. She knew Harry was a real car nut and had always wanted a car like that, but they would never be able to afford one. So she bought it for him as a surprise. The strange man was the car dealer, and the two of them had been sitting in the kitchen signing the final purchase papers. They had been laughing over how surprised Harry would be when he came home and found the car of his dreams parked in the driveway.
This extremely popular urban legend is told all over the country in many different versions. In some the wife really is having an affair, usually with the man's best friend. The punch line in such versions is that the friend has the cement-filled car towed away and is never able to say a word about it, because then he would have to explain what he was doing visiting the man's wife in the middle of the afternoon.
The story is also told throughout Europe, though it apparently originated in the United States.
Druglore
Willie, Kent, and George had all gone to high school together, and after they graduated, they all went off to the same college. First they had lived in the dorms, but later they found a nice little off-campus apartment to share.
Willie and Kent had adjusted well to college. They had managed to keep their grades up and still get around and have some fun. George was different. Suddenly being in college gave him a lot of freedom that he had never had before, and he couldn't handle it. He got heavily into drugs, and his work went down the drain. He barely
When he came within sight of his house, he saw that there was a strange car parked in his driveway. It was a large, shiny Cadillac convertible, with the top down. It was the kind of car that you don't see very often anymore.
Whose car was it? Instantly jealousy rose in Harry's mind and pushed out all his previous feelings of remorse and resolutions of calm and trust. He parked his truck about a block away and snuck back to his house.
As he crept around the back of the house, Harry heard voices coming from the kitchen. He peered in the window, and there was his wife talking to a handsome and well-dressed young man whom he had never seen before. The couple were laughing and joking together. He could imagine whom they were laughing at.
"I knew it," he said to himself. "I knew it. All of these years she has been lying to me. I wonder how many guys like this there have been. I'll bet they're having a great big joke at my expense."
For a moment Harry thought about bursting into the house and confronting the guilty couple. But what good would that do? They would just lie to him. Julie had been lying to him for years. She might even be able to convince him that she was innocent, as she had so many times in the past.
Then Harry had a brilliant idea for revenge. He crept out of the yard and back to his truck. He pulled the truck up alongside the Cadillac convertible in the driveway. The truck made a lot of noise, but as Harry sourly observed, they must have been having such a good time back there that they didn't hear a thing. Then Harry dumped the whole load of cement into the convertible, filling it completely.
He drove away, feeling immensely satisfied with himserf.
When Harry returned home that evening, he decided to play it cool and act as if nothing had happened.
"Hi, honey, I'm home," he called out cheerfully. "Anything important happen today?"
As soon as Julie heard his voice, she broke down. "Oh, Harry," she wailed. "The most awful thing has happened."
And then she explained. The Cadillac was a present that Julie had bought for Harry out of a small inheritance she had received. She knew Harry was a real car nut and had always wanted a car like that, but they would never be able to afford one. So she bought it for him as a surprise. The strange man was the car dealer, and the two of them had been sitting in the kitchen signing the final purchase papers. They had been laughing over how surprised Harry would be when he came home and found the car of his dreams parked in the driveway.
This extremely popular urban legend is told all over the country in many different versions. In some the wife really is having an affair, usually with the man's best friend. The punch line in such versions is that the friend has the cement-filled car towed away and is never able to say a word about it, because then he would have to explain what he was doing visiting the man's wife in the middle of the afternoon.
The story is also told throughout Europe, though it apparently originated in the United States.
Druglore
Willie, Kent, and George had all gone to high school together, and after they graduated, they all went off to the same college. First they had lived in the dorms, but later they found a nice little off-campus apartment to share.
Willie and Kent had adjusted well to college. They had managed to keep their grades up and still get around and have some fun. George was different. Suddenly being in college gave him a lot of freedom that he had never had before, and he couldn't handle it. He got heavily into drugs, and his work went down the drain. He barely
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