2601. Takes the cake

It was January the first; time for New Year’s resolutions; time to turn over a new leaf; time to do something positive once again.

Mrs. Maureen McIntosh was no exception. She was a widow. Two years ago she had a huge disagreement with Mr. Stephen Donaldson who lived at the far end of the street. The disagreement was over whether Mr. Donaldson had the right to park his car on the curb side. It wasn’t a wide street and an argument ensued as to whether it was advisable both aesthetically and practically.

Mrs. McIntosh decided this New Year’s Day to bake a lovely chocolate cake and take it to Mr. Donaldson’s house. She would say something like, “This is to make amends for any rudeness I might have caused. Perhaps we could start again; after all we both live on the same street and life is better if we get on.”

Mr. Donaldson was delighted. He shook Mrs. McIntosh’s hand and said it was a brilliant idea.

After Mrs. McIntosh had left he had a brilliant idea himself. He would take the cake next door to the Partridge family of six and wish them a Happy New Year! They were always kind to him and this cake was heaven-sent. He would tell them he had baked it himself.

Unfortunately all six of the Partridge family succumbed to the poison.


39 thoughts on “2601. Takes the cake

  1. Ordinary Person

    Some really terrible characters enter the Goodmanverse BA. Nefarious people riddled with terrible motives. Keeps me entertained though. Remind me never to eat a cake, pudding, shepherd’s pie, bowl of porridge or even something exotic like Casu Martzu if I end up entering one of your stories. Uninvited of course.

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  2. dumbestblogger

    I once lived in a three-plex house (like a duplex, but with three apartments.) One of my neighbors was a cranky old lady whose ex-husband spent several hours with her every day before returning to her own house. One day when I was returning from work at the lumber yard he was walking down the driveway, and greeted me by informing me that according to law my car needed to be parked four feet away from the driveway. Not being in the mood to argue I pulled a tape measure out of my pocket and showed him that I had parked the car three feet, nine and a half inches away from the driveway.

    “Have a nice day!” He said.

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