Have you asked your significant other or best friend to just randomly make up a story for you? It does not even need to be about you specifically, but I encourage you to give it a try and see what you get as a response. When my wife and I were in the lovey-dovey stages of our dating years, I had suggested this to her when we had run out of topics to talk about. Over the course of an hour she had pieced together a story that had me laughing when I read the texts on my way home.
For the first story, she made up a story of me heading to work because that is when I texted her asking for one. Normally, I took small 2-way roads to work, but she had somehow placed me on a 3-lane highway heading to Walmart. While driving, a cop had turned on his lights to pull me over for some violation. Instead of pulling over, I hit a button and shrink down to the size of a typical R/C car and decide to get into a high speed chase with the cops. Being itty-bitty had its advantages because I was able to zip under cars to get away while the cops had to search for me among all the traffic.
To avoid the cops, I hid under the front side of another car and took an exit ramp with it. Being the daredevil I apparently was, got back on the highway and chased down a cop. The cop did not see me as I was so small and I was able to get directly under the police vehicle. It was then that they decided to slow down and give up. Not noticing their change in speed, I ended up slowly creeping out in front of the vehicle and the chase started all over again. I made it to Walmart (my work at the time) and hid my car under another vehicle, somehow jumped out and expanded to my regular size, grabbed my car and went to work.
The second time I asked for a story from her was later the same year, except this time I was driving back from work. Apparently, when I was driving home past a small little airport, 3 hangars max, the rotating safety light had cast light onto my car. This had turned it into a giant chicken. There was still a steering wheel and everything, but on a giant chicken. As I raced away on the chicken I had come up to a slow vehicle ahead of me. I turn on my turn signal and pass the person to which I hear tires squealing. Looking back, I had noticed that my turn signal lever was instead an egg laying lever and the eggs were everywhere.
A little while later I had crossed some train tracks which had revert the chicken back into my car because apparently train tracks are magical boundaries. Being in a new boundary brought new troubles. I started noticing figures in the bushes as I drive along the countryside. Coming up to a river I had driven right through an infestation of Mayflies, which splattered on my windshield. Trying to clean them off with my windshield wipers I hear a “thunk” against the bottom of my car. Wondering what it is, I see a gnome crawling all over my car. Now this was not just any gnome it was a Barbeque Butt Gnome. I gun it as I try to get away and fling it off my car. It worked, but there were more. With their pointy hats and fast little legs, all I could hear was scraping and thunking against the floor of my car.
Alright folks, it gets a little weird from here. A gnome had pierced through the bottom of my car floor and through my seat with its pointy hat. The pointy hat had poked my bum and planted a seed in it somehow. Remember when I said the Barbeque Butt Gnomes? It is exactly as it sounds. That seed had made me into a ticking time bomb of becoming an automatic barbeque sauce dispenser out of my bum. This is where she had finished the story so I am guessing I am still McDonalds cheapest vendor for barbeque sauce.
These are just 2 examples of the stories my wife has told me and I feel like these are memories we are going to have for quite some time. Go ahead and ask your best friend or significant other for a completely random story. It can be really fun to see what you get and to find out what kind of mind they really have. Give it a shot and leave a comment about the story you get back.
