On Wednesday we were up to Fayetteville, PA to the antique mall. We stopped at Burger King on the way back to feast on their reconstituted/reconstructed/regurgitated $1.49 for a limited time only chicken nuggets. The place was full as it was a beautiful day and every elderly couple in the country must have been out for the day.
We had just started to eat when we noticed a lady about our age looking for a seat. We motioned her over and asked her to join us. Like most people, to get conversation going, I started talking about the weather. She said that she was down from Boston and was marveling at the lack of snow. She continued on saying that her husband had passed and she was considering moving out of the snow and was looking for a community to relocate to. I said, “I’m sorry to hear that.” She replied, “You needn’t be.” She seemed to want to talk about it so I asked why.
“Doug, that’s was my husband’s name, was on his death bed and knew that the end was near,” she said. “His nurse, myself, our daughter and our two sons were with him. He asked for 2 witnesses to be present and a camcorder be in place to record his wishes,” she continued. “When all was ready, he said ‘My son, Bernie, I want you to take the Mayfair houses.’ ‘My daughter, Sybil, you take the apartments in the east end.’ ‘My son, Jamie, I want you to take the offices over in the City Center.’ ‘Sarah, my dear wife, please take all the residential buildings on the banks of the river.’ and then he quietly passed away.” she said and then paused.
I thought to myself, wow, that guy was loaded! I wonder what the nurse and witnesses thought. After a short pause, she continued, “The nurse said, ‘Mrs. Smith, your husband must have been such a hard-working man to have accumulated all this property’.”
She concluded this part of our conversation by saying, “I said, Property! ?…. The b*****d had a paper route!”
Keep your fork