I Went on a Date with My Brother’s Friend – It Was a Setup

My brother recently arranged for me to go on a date with his friend Stewart, which ended up being a disaster. We found ourselves stuck at a fancy restaurant with an unpaid bill, and as the manager threatened to call the police, I realized the extent of Adam’s plan. I was left wondering how we were going to get out of this mess.

“You need to meet this guy, Jess,” Adam said, his face lit up as if he had just discovered something amazing. He was comfortably settled on my couch, channel surfing.

“Who are you talking about?” I asked, still focused on my laptop.

“Stewart. He works with me. He’s a great guy. Solid job, nice car, the whole package.”

rolled my eyes. “Is this another one of your setups?”

“No, seriously! He’s different. You’ll really like him. And he’s been asking about you.”

I sighed, skeptical due to Adam’s bad track record with setups, but his enthusiasm about Stewart made me curious. “Alright, but if this goes poorly, I’m not going to trust your setups anymore.”

Adam smirked. “Deal. You’ll thank me later, trust me.”

I spent the next few hours preparing carefully, wanting to make a good impression despite my reservations. By the time I was ready, my apartment was a mess from all the makeup and clothes. Despite my anxiety, Adam’s encouragement kept me going.

Stewart arrived in a shiny new sedan. As I got in, I couldn’t help but notice the car’s clean leather smell and the smooth hum of the engine.

“Hi, Jess?” he greeted me with a genuinely warm smile.

“Yes, that’s me. Nice to meet you, Stewart.”

“Likewise. You look great, by the way.”

I blushed, feeling a bit more at ease. “Thanks. So, where are we heading?”

“I thought we could try this new place downtown. It’s fancy, but the food is amazing.”

“Sounds good,” I replied, surprised by the upscale choice.

A 17-year-old boy who works part-time at Pizza Hut drives up to park in front of the house in a beautiful Porsche

A 17–year–old boy working a part–time job at Pizza Hut shocked his parents when he drove up to their house in a glossy Porsche. Their eyes wide with surprise, they immediately grilled him.

“Where did this car come from?” they inquired, voice tinged with astonishment.

“I picked it up today,” responded the boy, unfazed.

His mother, increasingly anxious, pressed on, “How on earth did you manage to buy a Porsche? We know the hefty price tag on those, and your job certainly doesn’t cover it!”

Coolly, the boy detailed, “It’s second-hand, and the deal was too good to pass up. It cost me just 20 dollars.”

Aghast, his mother asked, “Who would sell a Porsche for just 20 dollars?”

“A woman a few doors down,” he explained. “She’s a recent arrival to our street. When I delivered her pizza, she offered to sell me the Porsche for 20 dollars.”

Perplexed and concerned, his parents made their way to the woman’s house, seeking clarity. They found her serenely gardening.

The father, attempting to stay calm, stated, “We are the parents of the young man you sold a Porsche to for 20 dollars. We’re here to find out why.”

The woman paused her gardening, looked them in the eye, and explained, “This morning, my husband phoned me. I assumed he was in Florida for business, but actually, he has eloped to Hawaii with his secretary and plans to stay there.”

Bewildered, the boy’s mother queried, “What does that have to do with selling a Porsche for 20 dollars?”

The woman, cracking a wry smile, responded, “He asked me to sell his Porsche and send him the proceeds. So, I simply did as he requested.”

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