The Butler

I was hired to work for a wealthy family, the Walden’s. I did everything for them. I cooked, I cleaned, I answered the doors. I even shined their shoes.

After months of abuse, I was sick of working for them. They must have had something valuable in this house I could steal. I could then sell it and retire. I spent the next few months planning, exploring all the nooks of the mansion.

I found some jewelry, and planned on taking it the next time the family went on vacation.

That night they threw a party for all their rich, snobby friends and had me serve all of them.

A week passed, and they had gotten tickets to Europe. This was it, my chance to grab their jewelery and any other valuables I could find. I went to the master bedroom to sift through their jewelry box and it was empty except for a note.

“Dear John, you’re an empty headed butler and you failed to realize we’re not the real Walden’s. The real family never use this house, so we moved in, forged the deed, and sold the mansion to the Madison’s. Bye.”

I can’t believe I got played.