Curtain Rods

I'm doing something here tonight I rarely do. I'm posting an article I received in my e-mail this evening from a good friend and former classmate of mine from grade school thru high school, Nancy Benton McFarlane. Nancy and her husband live out in Colorado so we usually only get to see each other every five years at our class reunions but we both thoroughly enjoy good old evil humor. Note now, I didn't say off-color or dirty and I just have to pass this along as it is entirely too good not to share with everyone and anyone who has never seen it before.

And so, with that introduction done, I give you "Curtain Rods."

CURTAIN RODS----PRICELESS

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 candle-light, 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 we re 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.

Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on a

price that was about 1/10 the 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?