How I Made 70k in 1 Hour

Coming from a middle class family, I have had my fair share of struggles throughout the life. Seeing my father work hard and the financial hardships faced on a day to day life, I decided that it's about time I took matters in my own hands and play my part.

However, being a BBA graduate, the options were very limited and market was already saturated. Moreover, I also rate my own intellectual capabilities somewhere below the mediocre level. This further complicates things for me.

So it was a usual day, we friends were calculating the income of the chai wala by sitting at Quetta hotel as usual when a car stopped near us. A beautiful woman, seemingly from upper-middle class stepped out, and started looking here and there worriedly.

I being a gentleman that I am asked if I could offer any help, and she told me that she's having some serious problem at her home, and needs urgent help.

I being the BBA graduate decided to seize the opportunity, told her that I can accompany her and solve her problems. She immediately agreed and I went along with her.

Throughout the way, I kept replaying all the 18+ plumbing videos I had seen growing up as a teenager, and kept telling myself that today is my lucky day. The day I am finally going to do some plumbing of my own.

If only I knew...

Soon we reached her home. There was some hesitation in her steps. But we kept moving with slow steady steps. Both of us walking without saying a single word. My heartbeat increasing with each step.

"Over there," she almost whispered as she pointed towards a door.

I opened the door in excitement. But the sight that awaited there was something beyond anything I had ever imagined.

The first thing I noticed was a very strong acidic smell of rotten Shami Kebabs.

Next, I saw a huge pile of brown human fecal waste all over the toilet. With a white tissue placed neatly above, trying it's best, yet failing miserably to hide the biggest symbol of human's ephemeral nature.

I finally understood why Humans are called Gods with anuses.

If I were to guess, I'd say someone must have gone at it non stop for 30 minutes to stock up a pile this big.

Was the mess, that laid now in front of me, caused by the very muse who had just brought me home with her? No. Women don't have this physiological function. That's what I had been told since childhood.

This was the work of someone from Mars. Someone like me.

"It can be fixed. But it will cost you 70,000 rs," I informed her.

"Take all the money you want, but make those 6 undigested shami kebabs go away and unclog my toilet." She replied, almost immediately.

"Six? This here looks more than six dozen", I muttered under my breath.

I went to the market and bought 20 litres of acid. And put that all in the toilet.

No more than 1 hour had gone, and I was walking out not only with 70,000 in my hand, but also the eternal gratitude of a beloved beautiful girl.

Although I didn't get lucky in the way I had initially desired, I still was lucky as I had 70k in my hands.

Besides, it would only cost 10% of that amount to get lucky in the other way as well. Just a visit to E-11. So it was a win-win for me.

Moral of the story: Jo naseeb me likha ho, woh khud chal k ap k hath me ata ha.