She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.
On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.
On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of spring-water.
When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviar into the hollow of the curtain rods.
She then cleaned up the kitchen and left. When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days.
Then slowly, the house began to smell.
They tried everything; cleaning, mopping and airing the place out.
Vents were checked for dead rodents and carpets were steam cleaned.
Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days. And in the end, they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting. Nothing worked.
People stopped coming over to visit.
Repairmen refused to work in the house.
The maid quit.
Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move.
A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house.
Word got out and eventually even the local realtors refused to return their calls.
Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.
The ex-wife called the man and asked how things were going.
He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely and said that she missed her old home terribly and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back.
Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on a price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the papers that very day.
She agreed, and within the hour his lawyers delivered the paperwork.
A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home . . .
And to spite the ex-wife, they even took the curtain rods!!!!!!
I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON’T YOU?
ROTFLMBO!!!!
That was a goodie!
I LOVE IT!!!
Great story!
The He-Man Woman Haters Club will be by to tell you exactly how this joke proves that men are so oppressed these days.
They are a humorless bunch.
Hi Face!
LOL!
free dixie SMOOCH,sw
Hehehe... screwed by curtain rods! too good
Yeah, I like the happy ending also.
Got married in Los Angeles last weekend.
We tried as you know to elope in January. We both wanted some family around, so we did it in Los Angeles.
Finding a wedding chapel was pure hell by the way.
She went to get her hair done and makeup near where she works in Beverly Hills.
She wanted curls/waves of a sort. The hair people botched it to begin with. I hear she was crying in the makeup chair. They made her go back to the hairdresser.
It came out OK, but she felt she could have done better herself.
We almost forgot her flowers on the way in and had to go back for that.
Lots of tension in getting it done, but all is great now.
A joy to marry her, lots of stress around getting a wedding together by yourselves though.
We are happy though and that is the most important part.