It Was All About The Benjamins

(I share a flat with three other students. One of my flat-mates is a history major, specialising in American history. One day she comes home incredibly excited because she bought herself a potted plant for her bedroom. I don’t think much about this for a few weeks until I walk into the kitchen, and she looks more morose than I have ever seen her.)

Me: “Hey, are you okay?”

Flat-Mate: “Oh, I’m fine. It’s nothing serious.”

Me: “What happened?!”

Flat-Mate: “Benjamin Franklin is dead, and it’s all my fault!”

Me: “…?”

(Turned out she named the plant.)