Special Chair
My friend David was a tough guy… which was all the more cool that he chose to hang out with a scrawny nerd like me. We went back to his house, once (and only once)… which was literally 4 houses down the street from me.
It was a small, normal house, with a small comfortable living room. When I plopped into the big easy chair, David went white as a ghost. “that’s my dad’s chair.” (pause) “no one’s allowed to sit there.” (pause) “ever.”
“if he sees you in his chair, he’ll get really mad.” Well, I was a small kid, but even I knew that some other person’s parent wasn’t going to be allowed to do anything to ME. So I said, nonchalantly, “so what? He can’t punish me.”
My tough guy friend (and, truth be told, a bit of a bully to other kids) just got paler and paler.
Then he said (very quietly), “He might not punish you. but he’ll punish me instead.” I hopped off that chair like a shot. And learned a lot that day. Story credit: Reddit / DerProfessor