A Shower Surprise with a Valuable Lesson

The doorbell rang just as a lady was leaving the shower.

Her husband was going to shower, so she fastened herself in a towel and headed to the door.

It was their neighbor Bob. Bob offered a surprising one without any doubt:

“Drop the towel and I’ll pay you $800.” The lady considered it for a while. She said yes since $800 looked reasonable. She closed the door, collected the cash, and let go of the towel. When she came back up, her husband said, “Who was at the door?” She said, “It was Bob.”

Wonderful! Did he say the $800 he owes me? The lady was taken aback. Having just taken the cash, she had no idea it was for her spouse. The lesson of the tale? Always get all the details before making a decision— or you might find yourself in an unexpected situation!

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