Welcome to today’s quick story spotlight. Our host finds herself behind the wheel of a runaway trolley with no working brakes—and five people tied to the track. Her only option? Flip a lever and kill one guy on a side track. “Oh, shoot. The trolley problem is happening to me,” she thinks, recalling that the odds of a plane crash are one in thirteen million, a shark attack one in four million, and her mom still betting fifty-fifty that she’ll end up a lawyer.

Desperate, she flags down a bystander and asks, “Who do you think I should kill?” He shrugs: “I dunno, just let me know if you want me to pull this lever.” She worries about prison, the death penalty, and even whether one of the tied people might be her nephew—or Hitler. She leans out the window, vomits on the innocent bystander, and shouts, “Who do you want me to kill?”

But at the last second, she slams the brakes—only to discover that those “human” figures are just nativity-scene decorations on one track and an inflatable Marge Simpson on the other. Relieved, she breathes a huge sigh of relief. That, my friends, is real-life trolley ethics.
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