Indulging in puzzles daily isn’t just a fun pastime — it’s a brilliant way to keep your brain in tip-top shape! Not only do they enhance your memory, but they also give your problem-solving skills a fantastic workout. Visual puzzles, especially, might seem like a piece of cake, but mastering them demands keen attention and observation.
1. Which one is pretending to be rich?
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2. Who stole a watermelon?
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4 people are waiting in line to pay for their items. However, one of them has stolen and concealed a watermelon. Who is that person?
3. How did the boss know that Mason lied?
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Mason took some time off from his job to go on an expedition in Antarctica. His boss was okay with it as long as he was sending him pictures every day as proof. Mason would send photos daily, but when he returned to the office, his boss fired him. How did the boss know from Mason’s pictures that he wasn’t actually in Antarctica?
4. Who is the woman’s husband?
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Susana is suffering from temporary amnesia and can’t remember who her husband is. Can you help her?
5. Which door is the safest?
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Atlas has been trapped in the attic of an old and frail house. There are only 3 doors, but they all hide different dangers. The windows and floor behind the first door are all made of magnifying glass and the sunlight will probably burn him if he enters.
The second door hides a room full of poisonous gas, and a hungry lion is behind the third door. What should Atlas do?
6. Why did the police arrest Dylan?
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The police knocked on Dylan’s door late in the evening to conduct a search warrant. They said that money from a bank was stolen and that he was a suspect. Dylan said that he didn’t leave the house all day, while one of the policemen searched around his living room. What evidence could the police have found that led to the man’s arrest?
7. Who stole a pair of green pants?
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3 men are in a store when Susan, the assistant, notices that a pair of green pants is missing. Which one of the 3 men stole the pants?
8. Where is the money?
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Kimberly discovered 3 bags in an old attic along with a note. The note said that in one of the bags, there is $1,000,000, while the others are empty, and she can only open one of them. The only clues she has are the messages written on every bag. If only 1 message is true, which bag has the money?
9. Which one of these 3 should Dylan pick up?
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Dylan is driving on a rainy day when he sees 3 people waiting at a bus station. There is an old lady who looks frail, a doctor who has saved many lives, and a woman that Dylan has a crush on. However, his car has only 1 extra seat. Which one of the 3 people should he pick up?
10. Who stole the emerald?
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Jane wanted to host a party for her friends after she came back from her trip to Egypt. She found an emerald and she wanted to show it to her friends. However, after they left, she realized that her stone was missing.
She called the police and showed them the pictures she had taken that night. The police officer had a pretty good idea of who the thief was. How did they do that?
11. Did someone from outside break the window?
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Ashley came back from work and found the living room window broken. She immediately suspected that her husband must have been playing soccer inside again. However, he said that some kids were playing outside and their ball broke their window. How did Ashley know that her husband was lying?
12. Who is cheating?
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How many correct answers were you able to provide? If you enjoyed these puzzles, be sure to check here for more and give your brain another workout.
Entitled Couple on Plane Demands I Cover My Face Because My Scars ‘Scare’ Them — Flight Attendant & Captain Put Them in Their Place
When Carla boards a flight, her healing scars become the target of a cruel couple’s disgust, igniting a tense confrontation in the cabin. What begins as silent endurance soon escalates as the couple demands action, forcing the crew to step in.
The airport felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just the way people stared. I kept my head down, gripping my boarding pass like it was the only thing holding me together.
A woman prepared to board a plane | Source: Pexels
The scar across my face was still healing, but it already felt like it had carved itself into my identity. People didn’t see me anymore, they saw the scar first.
The injury happened a month ago in a car accident. I had been a passenger, and when the airbag deployed, a shard of glass sliced deep into my face. The doctors were quick to act, stitching me up with precision, but they couldn’t prevent the jagged line from forming.
Doctors at work | Source: Pexels
My dermatologist called it “early scar tissue,” raw, shiny, and red. It stretched from an inch above my hairline, down my brow, cutting across my cheek, and ending near my jawline. Part of my eyebrow would never grow back, and my cheek had an indentation where the cut had been deepest.
For weeks, my face was covered in bandages. At first, I couldn’t bear to look in the mirror. But as the wounds closed and the bandages came off, I had no choice but to face it.
A woman with bandages covering her face | Source: Midjourney
My friends tried to cheer me up, calling it badass, even sexy in a mysterious way. I tried to believe them, but it was hard when strangers stared or looked away too quickly.
The healing process was slow and uncomfortable. Every morning, I applied the creams and ointments the dermatologist recommended, ensuring the skin stayed clean and hydrated.
A woman with cream on her face | Source: Midjourney
But no amount of care could change the shiny, slick appearance or the harsh red lines that seemed to scream for attention. I knew they’d fade over time, but the thought of them never disappearing entirely sat heavy in my chest.
Now, as I walked to my seat on the plane, I could feel every pair of eyes on me. I dropped into the window seat, my heart racing.
A woman settling into her window seat | Source: Pexels
At least I’d boarded early, avoiding the crowds. I slipped my headphones on, letting the music drown out my worries. Closing my eyes, I prayed for a peaceful, uneventful flight.
I woke up to voices. Loud ones.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” a man grumbled. “These are our seats?” His tone was sharp, like he was angry at the world.
A close-up shot of a grumpy man | Source: Pexels
“Row 5B and 5C,” a woman’s voice replied, clipped and impatient. “It’s fine. Just sit down.”
The couple settled into the seats next to me with a lot of huffing and shuffling. I kept my eyes closed, hoping they’d leave me alone. The man had a rough, gravelly voice. “I don’t believe this. We pay for this flight, and this is what we get? Last-minute seats next to —” He stopped.
A grumpy couple on a plane | Source: Midjourney
“Next to what?” the woman asked, her voice rising. “Oh.” I felt her eyes on me. My skin prickled. “You’ve got to be joking.”
I stayed still, my heart pounding. Please just stop talking.
“Hey, lady!” the man barked. I opened my eyes slowly and turned toward him. He flinched, then scowled. “Can’t you cover that up or something?”
Young woman with scars on her face | Source: Midjourney
I blinked, too stunned to speak.
“Tom,” the woman hissed, covering her nose with her sweater sleeve. “That’s disgusting. How did they even let her board like that?”
“Exactly!” Tom leaned forward, pointing a finger at me. “This is a public place, you know? People don’t need to see… that.”
A disgusted couple | Source: Midjourney
I felt my face flush. The words caught in my throat. I wanted to explain, to tell them it wasn’t something I could help, but no sound came out.
“Are you just going to sit there?” the woman said, her voice sharp and nasally. “Unbelievable.”
Tom leaned into the aisle and waved down a flight attendant. “Hey! Can you do something about this? My girlfriend is freaking out.”
A flight attendant in the isle | Source: Unsplash
The flight attendant approached, her expression calm but serious. “Is there a problem, sir?”
“Yeah, there’s a problem,” Tom said. “Look at her!” He jabbed a thumb in my direction. “It’s upsetting my girlfriend. Can you move her to the back or something?”
The attendant’s eyes shifted to me. Her face softened for a moment before she turned back to the man. “Sir, all passengers are entitled to their seats. Is there something I can help you with?”
Flight attendant talking to the passengers | Source: Unsplash
“I just told you!” Tom snapped. “She’s sitting there looking like that. It’s gross. She should have to cover it up or move.”
The woman added, “I can’t even look at her. I’ll throw up.”
The flight attendant straightened, her tone cool and firm. “Sir, ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to lower your voices. This kind of behavior is not acceptable.”
An angry middle-aged man talking to a flight attendant on a plane | Source: Midjourney
Tom scoffed. “Behavior? What about her behavior? It’s inconsiderate! She’s scaring people!”
The attendant ignored him and crouched slightly toward me. “Miss, are you okay?”
I nodded stiffly, barely holding back tears.
The attendant stood tall again. “I’ll be right back,” she said, her voice steady. “Excuse me for a moment.”
A flight attendant confronting an angry passenger | Source: Midjourney
As she walked toward the cockpit, Tom leaned back in his seat, muttering under his breath. The woman beside him folded her arms and glared out the aisle. I stared at the window, wishing I could disappear.
The cabin was quiet except for the low hum of the engines. I kept my eyes on the seatback in front of me, trying not to cry. A few rows back, someone whispered. I imagined they were talking about me.
A sad woman with a scar | Source: Midjourney
The intercom crackled. The captain’s voice came through, calm but firm.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’ve been made aware of behavior that does not align with the respectful environment we strive to maintain on this flight. Let me remind everyone that harassment or discrimination of any kind will not be tolerated. Please treat your fellow passengers with dignity.”
The pilots of the plane | Source: Pexels
The announcement sent a ripple through the cabin. Heads turned, passengers shifting in their seats as they glanced toward row 5. I caught sight of someone across the aisle shaking their head in disapproval, and my stomach twisted.
The flight attendant returned, standing tall and composed. She leaned into our row and addressed the couple directly. “Mr. and Ms., I’ll need you to move to seats 22B and 22C at the back of the plane.”
A flight attendant talking to passengers | Source: Midjourney
The man looked stunned. “What?” he barked. “We’re not moving!”
“Sir,” the flight attendant said firmly, “this is not negotiable. Your behavior has disrupted the flight, and we need to ensure a comfortable environment for all passengers.”
“This is ridiculous,” the woman snapped, pulling her sweater tighter around her. “Why are we the ones being punished? She’s the one causing the problem!”
A young woman shouting at flight attendants | Source: Midjourney
The flight attendant didn’t flinch. “Ma’am, your new seats are ready. Please gather your belongings.”
The man scowled, his face flushed red with anger. “This is insane,” he muttered, yanking his bag from under the seat. The woman followed, grumbling loudly as she snatched her purse. Passengers nearby watched silently, their expressions ranging from disapproval to quiet satisfaction.
A dissatisfied couple walking | Source: Midjourney
As the couple shuffled down the aisle, someone clapped. Then another. The sound grew, scattering applause throughout the cabin. I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears. Not from embarrassment this time, but from the strange, unexpected comfort of the gesture.
The flight attendant turned to me, her expression soft. “Miss, I want to apologize for what happened. No one should have to experience that.”
A nice flight attendant talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
“We have an open seat in business class,” she continued. “We’d like to move you there as a gesture of goodwill. Would that be okay?”
I hesitated. “I don’t want to cause trouble.”
“You’re not causing trouble,” she said, her voice kind. “Please. Let us take care of you.”
An unsure woman on a plane | Source: Midjourney
I nodded, murmuring, “Thank you.”
As I settled into my new seat, she brought me a cup of coffee and a small bag of cookies, then left me to relax. I stared out the window, the clouds a soft white blur against the endless blue. My breathing slowed, the knot in my chest loosening.
A woman with a book and a coffee in a window seat | Source: Freepik
For the first time in what felt like weeks, I let myself cry. Quiet tears slid down my cheeks. I thought about my friends’ words, how they’d told me I was still me, scars and all. “You’re still beautiful,” one had said. “You’re just fierce now too.”
I looked out the window again. The clouds seemed endless, stretching far into the horizon. My tears stopped. I took a deep breath, the air filling my lungs like a promise.
A woman looking at her phone on a plane | Source: Pexels
As the plane glided forward, I felt something I hadn’t in weeks: hope.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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