They on occasion say that revenge is a dish satisfactory served cold. a number of us wait our entire lives for the appropriate moment to strike back however it may in no way come. when we do get the opportunity, however, it's miles constantly just a little bit sweeter if we had the hazard to permit it brew and simmer for a little while. That become the case with this man, who just couldn’t maintain from saying what he had on his thoughts, even supposing he have to’ve saved it to himself. He did his complaining but ultimately, he got what turned into coming to him.
One December day we found an old straggly cat at our door.
She was a sorry sight. Starving, dirty, smelled terrible, skinny, and hair all matted down.
We felt sorry for her, put her in a carrier and took her to the vet.
We didn’t know what to call her, so we named her ‘Pussycat.’
The vet decided to keep her for a day or so. He said he would let us know when we could come and get her.
My husband (the complainer) said, ‘OK, but don’t forget to wash her, she stinks.’
He reminded the vet that it was his WIFE (me) that wanted the dirty cat, not him.
My husband and my Vet don’t see eye to eye.
The vet calls my husband ‘El-Cheap-O’, and my husband calls the vet ‘El-Charge-O’.
They love to hate each other, and constantly ‘snip’ at one another, with my husband getting in the last word on this particular occasion. The next day my husband had an appointment with his doctor, who is located in the same building, next door to the vet. The MD’s waiting room and the office was full of people waiting to see the doctor.
A side door opened and the vet leaned in – he had obviously seen my husband arrive. He looked straight at my husband and in a loud voice said, ‘Your wife’s p***y doesn’t stink anymore, and it’s finally clean and shaved, so she now smells like a rose. Oh, and, by the way, I think she’s pregnant. God only knows who the father is!’ Then he closed the door.
Now THAT, my friends, is getting even!
