Curtain Rods
Subject: Curtain Rods
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>She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates
>and
>suitcases.
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>On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.
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>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
>chardonnay. When she had finished, she went into each and every room
>and
>stuffed
>half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviar, into the hollow of all 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
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>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 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.
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>A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they
>watched
>the moving company pack everything to take to their new home....
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>including the curtain rods.
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>> > I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON'T YOU????
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>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
>chardonnay. When she had finished, she went into each and every room
>and
>stuffed
>half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviar, into the hollow of all 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 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....
>
>including the curtain rods.
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>> > I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON'T YOU????
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