When he called, his parents promised to bring him a package. The young man, eager to see what treats his mother had prepared for him, proceeded to the train station, picked up a very heavy bag, and hurriedly made his way to his dorm room. He was shocked, though, when he opened it! He discovered that: π—¦π—˜π—˜ π—œπ—‘ π—§π—›π—˜ π—™π—œπ—₯𝗦𝗧 π—–π—’π— π— π—˜π—‘π—§

The food and treats that parents send, whether they do so by coach, minibus, or train, are a great joy.

But as the student in the accompanying story discovered the hard way, parents may be prankish at times.

He received a call from his parents, who promised to bring him a package. The young man arrived at the train station, grabbed a big box, and hurried back to his dorm room. He was astonished when he opened it, though. There was no food inside; only trash and wrappers. The youngster initially didn’t know what was going on, but later he discovered a note that explained everything.

You neglected to tidy up your room before leaving. There was written, β€œPlease take away the trash.

The young man shared the entire incident on his Facebook page after having learned his lesson and enjoying the practical joke.

The post received thousands of likes and comments and immediately became viral.

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