Since their house was in his name, he wanted to remain there
with his new love. So he offered to buy the wife a new place. The wife agreed
to this, received a cheque to buy her new home; but asked that she be given 3
days on her own there, to pack up her things. The husband agreed.
While he was gone, she used the first day to lovingly put
her personal belongings into suitcases, boxes and crates. On the second day,
she had the movers come and collect her things to put in storage. On the third
day, she sat down for the last time at their candlelit dining table, with soft
music playing in the background, and feasted on a pound of shrimps and a bottle
of fine red wine. When she had finished, she went into each room and deposited
a few of the resulting shrimp shells into the hollow of the curtain rods. She
then cleaned up the kitchen and left.
The husband came back, with his new lady, and all was bliss
for the first few days. Then it started; slowly but surely. Clueless, the man
could not explain why the place smelled so bad. They tried everything; cleaned
and mopped and aired the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents,
carpets were steam cleaned, and air fresheners were hung everywhere.
Exterminators were invited to check out the house, the carpets were replaced,
but the smell would not abate.
Finally, they could take it no more and decided to sell well
below the market value and move out. They were happy to accept the ex-wife’s
offer, and quickly concluded the sale.
The moving company arrived and did a very professional
packing job, taking everything to their new home, including the curtain rods.
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