Like many other events in one’s life, it all starts with a joke. It doesn’t matter if someone is educated or uneducated, wise or unwise, old or un-old. Some of the most defining moments in a life begin with a simple, “Call me crazy,” or “Hold my beer,” or “Trust me, bro.” This particular tale begins with a well-known six-word phrase:
“You know what would be funny,” Alice said through heavy breaths.
“What’s that?” her friend, Edna, asked as they sped walk through a park together.
It was early morning on a weekday. The sun had just crested over the hills creating pockets of warmth along their path. Amid early Spring, new scents were filling the air as plants got resurrected. The park experienced a tranquil silence at this time of day as very few people would have the same privilege as these two women. Their privilege simply being that they are retired.
“What if we stole the great ‘Treasure’ that they’re unveiling at the museum in a few day?”
Alice Blakey was a bit of a kook. Her youth was filled with many shenanigans bordering on the line of legality. Besides her trouble-making, she was also known for her unique style. Electing to wear a colorful windbreaker to match her wacky afro. After marriage, she calmed down a bit, but still maintains her signature look.
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“That’s crazier than you’re prostitution scam idea you had when we were thirty.”
Edna Perfy is the exact opposite of Alice, and probably why Alice never wound up in jail. She was a businesswoman who always thought things through, but she doesn’t know if she got more wrinkles from her career or Alice. Today was a good reminder that it was probably Alice.
“I still think that would have worked and wouldn’t have been as dangerous as you thought it was going to be, but don’t worry, I’m not too serious about this one. I just think it’d be funny if two old grandmas like us were able to pull off something like that.”
“Yeah, I suppose,” Edna agreed, “but where do you even get these ideas from?”
“I’m a creative and sly fox, what can I say? I just remembered that you used to work there so we would at least know our way around.”
“Yeah, assuming they haven’t changed anything since I worked there as a teenager.”
Little did they know that a group of goblins were listening to their conversation behind them. Following close but not too close so as to be found out. The only issue with the goblin’s distance was that they could only catch a few words of their conversation. Excitement overtook them.
“Hey ladies, we have a proposition for you.”