Bad Decisions Make Good Stories

I bet you've come across this line somewhere in your life - or lived it.

You ever made some bad decisions that might not have turned out great but ended up giving you good stories to tell?

A friend of a friend did make quite a story to tell, some time ago.

This story was told by the friend of a friend, so I can't validate it's accuracy, but...

Five years ago this man as the story goes, let's call him Mr. King, was the manager of a big shopping mall in the city. He was around nineteen then.

How he got to be in that position was more luck than experience. He used to help out the owner of the mall, Mr. William before he was rich.

he helped Mr. William around the house - they lived close by, - he ran errands for him with his car, sometimes bringing his children back from the school.

King was a young with no plans for university, so he happened to have a lot of time on his hands.

He seemed like a level-headed guy responsible to pick the kids up from school and drop them at home - no joyrides in Mr. Williams car in between.

Mr. William took a liking to him and when he opened a small grocery Mr. King became the manager as he was not working anywhere at the time.

It was a small business which Mr. King ran for about six months before Mr. Williams got a large settlement from a business deal he made many years ago that had been the subject of intense legal battle which he then won.

He was all of a sudden a wealthy man. He was above average before the settlement made him a wealthy man.

Within a year he built a mega mall and did not think twice about making Mr. King the manager.

Mr. King suddenly got upgraded from a manager that controls thousands to millions. He was roughly twenty years then and still living with the parents.

Within months Mr. King started getting used to his newfound wealth that is under his control.

He was gradually getting used to the life of the rich.

He started exploring the red light districts of the city life. Every day he is on different nightclubs, drinking the most expensive wines. He has about 40 workers under him and does not necessarily need to be in the mall for it to function. He was friends with virtually all the police in town.

You could hear shouts of Mr. King as he passes. Sometimes they even escort him back home after his night crawling.

Meanwhile, Mr. Williams is unaware of all these going on as he was a busy man.

He even got busier with the new found wealth. He trusted Mr. Kings to handle his business. The trust that seems well placed; Mr. Kings appeared to be running a profitable business.

One day Mr. King was browsing on Facebook when one pretty lady caught his eye. She was of Asian descent and very pretty.

They started chatting on Facebook, within days he was able to convince the lady that he is from a royal lineage.

He was a very persuasive fellow, not that he needed much speech as his face book profile pictures paint a picture of affluence.

A look at his Facebook update could convince you he is what he said he was. There were several pictures of Mr. King partying in expensive hotels, driving expensive cars, drinking expensive wines, etc.

One thing led to another and there was the talk of the lady coming to Nigeria.

Mr. King offered to fly her in first class. On the day of her arrival, she was given a red carpet welcome complete with a limousine ride.

King did the incredulous and rented the whole four-star hotel with pool and made them take off their signboards and close their doors to customers!

By now, I think it could be safe to assume that the lady had no doubts that Mr. King was a royalty a rich one at that.

They maintained their staff who Mr. Claimed claimed to be his domestic help. To say the lady was impressed was an understatement. Mr. King now operates from that hotel to everywhere he is going on a chartered limousine. He visits the mall with the lady in tow, telling her he owned it.

That would be hard for anyone to guess otherwise as he was the one that recruited everyone there. Mr. Williams hardly visits there as he trusts Mr. Kings to run the place profitably.

That charade with the Facebook girlfriend lasted about a month till the girl had to go back to her country. He flew her back first class one more time and settled the humongous hotel bills incurred in that thirty-day jamboree.

Life continues as if nothing happened. Three months later that was when Mr. Williams started noticing some strange details in the mall's accounting and cash flow. He asked Mr. King what was happening. Are they running the mall at a loss? He denied and told him it is all working out ok.

Mr. Williams decided to visit the mall and this time to go through the books. He did and nearly had a heart attack on the devastating loss the mall is running on. In anger, he fired Mr. Kings. He did not press any charges but made sure Mr. King never crosses the mall's entrance.

Mr. King had always bragged about being rich independent of the mall. That was proven not to be true as the last time I saw him, about two years ago, he was looking like a man who could do with a good meal.

I bet he had some good stories that may seem stranger than fiction to tell anyone who cared enough to listen.

Have you ever made a bad decision that made for some incredible stories to tell?

I would love to hear it in the comment section.

The stories do not necessarily need to be yours, it could be friends or a random strangers story.

Let's go.