Funny

So his is how Story begins.

On a scorching hot day, where the sun seemed to be in competition with itself to see just how much it could roast us alive, my friend and I made the questionable decision to go fishing. You know, that relaxing activity where you sit by the water, cast a line, and wait patiently for a fish to bite—only, we decided to do it the hard way. Instead of heading to the nearby lake, we thought it would be a brilliant idea to embark on a long, exhausting journey up hills and down valleys to reach the most remote fishing spot imaginable. Because, clearly, that’s where the *real* fish are, right?

By the time we reached the fishing point, we were more like the catch of the day—sweaty, exhausted, and questioning our life choices. But, being the troopers we are, we took out our fishing gear, determined to make this ridiculous journey worthwhile.

Now, my friend, who’s always had a flair for the dramatic, decided to take his shirt off. Because who needs a shirt when you’ve got the sun working overtime? He carefully placed it on a rock by the riverside and, not one to leave things to chance, scrawled a note on the stone next to it: "Belongs to World Boxing Champion." Yeah, because every potential thief would definitely think twice before messing with the belongings of someone who could, in theory, punch them into next week. I mean, the logic was flawless to keep the thief away.

So, there we were, casting our lines, waiting for the fish to show up for the grand finale. The day dragged on, the sun kept blazing, and the fish apparently had better things to do. But hey, we were committed—or maybe just too stubborn to admit this was a terrible idea.

Finally, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, signaling the end of our completely unproductive fishing expedition, we trudged back to the riverbank where my friend had left his shirt.

And then, we saw that the shirt was gone. Completely vanished. My friend’s prized, slightly sweaty shirt had been stolen right under our nose.

But here’s where the story takes a turn from mildly irritating to downright hilarious. Because, you see, the thief hadn’t just taken the shirt and run. No, no. They’d left behind a parting gift. Scribbled on the same rock where my friend had so confidently declared himself a boxing champion was a new message: "Stolen by World’s Fastest Runner."

For a moment, we just stared at the rock in disbelief. I mean, how do you even respond to that level of cheekiness? But then, the absurdity of the situation hit us, and we both burst into laughter. Not just a chuckle or a giggle, but full-on, belly-aching, can’t-catch-your-breath laughter more then hour with tears on our eyes.

We laughed at the idea that some random person had not only stolen the shirt but had the audacity—and the sense of humor—to leave a note. We laughed at how my friend’s clever plan had backfired in the most spectacular way. We laughed at ourselves for going on this ridiculous fishing trip in the first place.

In the end, we didn’t catch any fish that day, but we did catch a memory that we’d never forget—a memory that still makes us laugh every time we talk about it. Who knew a fishing trip could be so entertaining? Well, minus the fish, of course.