Miraculous Repairs
My busted PlayStation got swapped with the one from the kid next door. While he was away eating dinner, I dashed to my place and made the switch before he returned. He later rang my home, wondering if his PlayStation had any issues while he was gone. I pretended as if I had no idea what he was talking about.
Overwhelmed with guilt, I found another chance that same weekend to trade them back. I felt a slight relief when I heard his elated voice on the phone, thrilled that his PlayStation “miraculously repaired” itself. Ah, the wicked antics of my mischievous 12 year-old self.