A woman ran a red light and smashed straight into a man’s car. Metal crunched. Glass shattered. Both vehicles were completely destroyed.
And yet—miraculously—neither of them had so much as a bruise.
As they crawled out of the wreckage, the woman dusted herself off, looked around, and gasped. “Wow! Our cars are completely totaled, but we’re standing here without a scratch. This must be a sign from above! We were meant to meet, become friends, and live in harmony.”
The man, still in shock, nodded. “You know what? I think you’re right. This has to be fate.”
The woman’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Wait, it gets even better! My car is wrecked beyond repair, yet this bottle of 75-year-old scotch survived without a single crack. Clearly, the universe wants us to drink and celebrate our good fortune!”
She handed the bottle to the man.
Still shaking from the crash, he gladly accepted, uncorked it, and took a long, deep swig—downing half the bottle in seconds. He wiped his mouth, sighed, and handed it back to her.
The woman took it, smiled sweetly…
…and put the cap back on.
She handed the bottle back to him, empty-handed.
The man blinked. “Wait—you’re not having any?”
She shook her head and smirked. “Nah. I think I’ll just wait for the police.”
Years ago, Eve convinced Adam to eat the apple.
Some things never change.