My grandfather, Harry, emigrated from Lithuania to Southern Rhodesia in 1808. Harry never learnt to read or write, and he worked long hours selling cowhides. His business skills enabled his eventual wealth.
Before he married, Harry regularly visited the Grand Hotel for his meals. While eating, he often unconcernedly splashed food onto the white tablecloth. The manager warned Harry about his manners, and Harry resolved to get revenge.
In 1819, Harry purchased the Grand Hotel at a low price from the deceased owner’s family, who had allowed the Hotel to fall into disrepair.
The manager resigned before Harry could fire him.
What a wonderful circle of irony 😉
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What’s that old saying “Revenge is a dish best served cold”…….
Good story…..!!!
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Clive
Good story, well told.
Thanks for reading, “Grandfather” at 101Words. I appreciate your comment and I’m pleased to know that you enjoyed the story.
Best wishes,
Clive
Sweet revenge. Great story
This is a good story – even though I’m quite fond of table manners myself 😉 What I like most is the way the narrative comes across, it reminds me of a well-laid table actually! The small details: cowhides, bachelor status, white table cloths – are tastefully placed and they neither overpower nor fade into the main course: revenge.
Thanks for reading, “Grandfather” at 101Words. I appreciate your comments and I’m pleased to know that you enjoyed the story.
Best wishes,
Clive