The internet is packed with challenges like optical illusions and puzzles like Wordle, all designed to test our brains. One of the latest is a picture called “I’m sure you can’t find the 4th object,” and it’s got people stumped.
The image shows three people at the toilets—one woman sitting down and two others standing by their toilets. On the side of the picture, there’s a list of objects to find: an egg, a glove, an envelope, and a crutch.
But what about the crutch?
ChatGPT said:
ChatGPT
If you want to try finding the objects yourself, stop here because the answers are coming up…
Since the objects are beige, they can be tricky to see at first. The brown glove is on the skirt of the person standing in the middle. The egg is on the nose of the person on the left, and the envelope is turned sideways to blend in with the bathroom tiles on the wall.
But where’s the crutch?
No matter how hard you look, you won’t find a crutch in the picture because there isn’t one.
The creator’s profile hints at how to figure it out by saying, “Tap the + to see it.” But this just makes you follow their account, and you still won’t see a crutch since it’s not there.
This is a common trick to gain followers, so if you’re puzzled by something on TikTok, keep in mind that it might just be a way to get you to follow them!
I Decided to Teach My Stepson a Lesson When I Got Tired of Him Littering Everywhere
A couple of weeks ago, I finally moved in with my husband, which was supposed to be the beginning of a wonderful chapter in our lives. I had no idea that my husband’s 15-year-old son from a previous marriage, named Dave, would prove to be a difficult obstacle to overcome. Though I knew there would be some period of adaptation, I did not expect such an attitude towards my efforts to make the house our cozy place in the form of piles of garbage that Dave, as if on purpose, left scattered throughout the house.
At first, I thought it was a temporary situation, perhaps a teenager’s version of chaos. But days turned into weeks, and the mess only seemed to grow. Empty chip bags, crumpled papers, and discarded clothes adorned every corner of our once-pristine home. It was as if a tornado of teenage negligence had swept through, leaving behind a debris field that would shock even a loving mother.
My comments and requests for cleanliness had no effect on him at all. It was like talking to a wall. I wanted to stop this and somehow decided to act outside the box.
One day, when Dave left for school, I came up with a plan. I was going to defeat this trash invasion, which required a strategy that went beyond mere words. Wandering around the house, armed with trash bags and determination, I picked up every piece of clutter that had settled into our home. I was on a mission to teach Dave a lesson in responsibility.
His room, the center of chaos, was my first target. When I walked in, I was greeted by clothes strewn across the floor, a maze of crumpled papers, and a collection of half-empty soda cans. Without pleasure, but with a feeling of determination, I began to put all the items that were scattered in garbage bags. Papers, cans, his clothes, everything was packed into the bags together. In the end, the room gradually turned from a disaster zone into something resembling order. I packed all the scattered clothes with other trash in a bags.
A similar fate befell the living room, kitchen, and even the bathroom. It was a time-consuming task, but I was sure that if words could not reach him, perhaps these bags would show him how much of a mess he left behind.
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