Wilson was a very busy man. It was very seldom that he finally got to be at peace. He was sitting at his favourite café, slowly eating a custard danish. He then decided to order some coffee; he had not gotten a lot of sleep and needed something to jolt his senses.
"Here you go!" the pretty waitress said, handing him a polished mug full to the brim with coffee, "Hey, aren't you Wilson Stephens? The millionaire? I've seen you on TV" she said.
Wilson looked up at her, "That would be me," he smiled.
"That means you could give me a large tip, right?" she winked and then left to go serve another table.
The smell of the coffee made him thirsty for the caffeinated drink. He opened three sugar packets and poured them in then stirred it slowly with the spoon the waitress had handed him. The waitress returned to ask him if he needed anything else, he shook his head. He then raised the cup to his lips, however, as soon as he took a sip, he was blinded.
Why?
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Murder Riddles
RandomHighest Ranking #1 in Short Story... A collection of murder, theft, and other riddles. After reading these, you'll be able to say; it was Prof. Plum in the living room with the lead pipe. Do not try these at home! I have not made these up myself...
