A story of revenge

First, a confession:  I have lifted the following story about George from Kaleidoscope, a blog which helps keep my feet on the ground, my head in the air, and my heart singing.

It illustrates,why revenge will always be with us.  It is not only sweet,  but sometimes very very funny.  (Don’t tell me if you think I have a warped sense of humour.  It’s beyond a cure.)

Mildred, the church gossip and self-appointed monitor of the church’s morals, kept sticking her nose in to other people’s business.

Several members did not approve of her extra curricular activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence.

One day she accused George, a new member, of being an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup parked in front of the small town’s only bar one afternoon.

She emphatically told George and several others that everyone seeing it there would know what he was doing.

George, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just turned and walked away.

He didn’t explain, defend, nor deny.

He said nothing.

Later that evening, George quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred’s house

… walked home

….and left it there all night.

Credits: wackywits.com