After 17 years of marriage, a man dumped his wife for a younger >woman. > >The downtown luxury apartment was in his name and he wanted to >remain there with his new love so he asked the wife to move out >and then he would buy her another place. > >The wife agreed to this, but asked that she be given 3 days on her >own there, to pack up her things. > >While he was gone, the first day she lovingly put her personal >belongings into boxes and 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 >candlelit Dining table, soft music playing in the background, and >feasted on a pound of shrimp and a bottle of Chardonnay. > >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 girl, 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 & mopped and aired the place out. >Vents were checked for dead rodents, carpets were steam cleaned, >Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought >in, the carpets were replaced, and on it went. > >Finally, they could take it no more and decided to move. The >Moving company arrived and did a very professional packing job, >taking everything to their new home... > >...including the curtain rods. > >
