A man worked for a large factory for about twenty years. Gradually, it was discovered that more and more jobs could be more easily done by automatons. The man was sad to see his friends go, but also glad to still have a job.
Then, one day, he too was replaced by a machine.
A woman drives home alone along a long, dark, and winding road. Behind her another car pulls up. As they drive on, the only two cars in a road stretched through the night, the car's headlights suddenly go bright, then suddenly go back to normal. At first the woman ignores it, flipping down her rear view mirror to ignore the brights behind her. But it keeps happening. The headlights of the car behind her flash to bright more and more frequently, until the woman, scared, pulls off on a side road to let the car behind her pass.
The other car passes. The woman, feeling foolish at getting so worked up, heads home.
The next day the woman who drove the other car takes her car to a mechanic, complaining that the brights flash on and off erratically. The mechanic diagnoses and fixes the problem.
Two astronauts, a man and a woman, crash land on a planet remarkably similar to Earth. They survive there for several years, living off of the abundant edible flora and fauna. The two realize that they may live the rest of their lives on this unnamed planet, and decide to try to have children to populate the planet.
Then another spaceship arrives and rescues them.
A scientist builds a time travel device. He enters it, ready to travel back to 1921 to kill Adolf Hitler.
The time machine does not work, because the idea of time travel is just a mad fancy devised by bored fiction writers.
A poor man needs to buy a present for his wife for Christmas. She is in a similar dilemma in regards to her husband. He has a cherished fly rod; she has a cherished music box. He pawns the fly rod to buy her a handbag she had commented on during a recent walk. She sells the music box on eBay to buy him Ken Burns' Civil War Documentary on DVD.
Both man and wife enjoy their respective presents, but feel slightly guilty.
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