The Curtain Rods

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 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 a tenth 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.


I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON'T YOU????

   

Great trick!

   

A friend of a friend of a friend did that once....

   

Wasn't that your cousins next doors' roomates hairdresser.....

   

Yeah, something like that, I can't remember the specifics anymore.

   

Tricky, though the wife sounds like a real b!tch. No wonder the guy found himself someone else.

   

Shh... done the same thing at work, putting sardines in the stem of office chairs..
I mean, I've HEARD of the same things being done in offices...

   

Hmmm...I've been told it works even better with sardines packed in oil. (Not that I would ever dream of doing anything like that-----that would be a baaaaad thing, huh?).

Aanii

   

I like the alcoholic trick. Everyday put a spoonful of whisky on your coworkers chair. Or put it around his cubicle/office.