When we hear the phrase “Catwoman”, we imagine that very attractive comic book heroine. But today we decided to talk about another woman, who is also called that.
Jocelyn Wildenstein was born in 1940 in Switzerland. As many of her acquaintances say, the girl had an incredibly attractive appearance: blond hair, big eyes and sophisticated facial features.
Due to this appearance, she often enjoyed success with men.
All her life, Jocelyn was looking for a status gentleman for herself. So she decided to try to find one in Paris.
The girl managed to find an interesting man who worked in the field of cinema.
Over time, he introduced his girlfriend to many people from this area, and she completely immersed herself in the world of glamour. Jocelyn suddenly wanted to change something in herself, despite the fact that she was a real beauty.
From that moment, her journey of transformation began.
When it comes to such changes, everyone immediately understands that it will not do without the intervention of a plastic surgeon.
It all started with the most ordinary braces, which were not supposed to change the girl much. But it frequently happens that the body is not going to accept such an intervention, so Jocelyn’s appearance has changed dramatically.
In order to somehow get out of this situation, our heroine began to position herself as a new Catwoman. She was not going to cause any admiration for her new look, and in fact no one was going to do this.
In the future, each attempt by Jocelyn to correct herself only aggravated the situation. Now she herself realizes that she did a great stupidity.
Today’s plastic has taken several steps forward in development, but this story is an example. Therefore, before taking such a step, think not 7 times, but all 100.
Arrogant Homeowners Wouldn’t Pay My Plumber Father, They Thought They Outsmarted Him, but He Got the Final Chuckle
An entitled couple learned a hard lesson when they tried to cheat my dad, a hardworking plumber, out of his payment. Here’s how he turned the tables on them. I’m Phoebe, but you can call me Pippi, just like my dad does. My dad, Pete, is a 55-year-old plumber with a rugged look and hands that show years of hard work.
He treats every job like it’s his own home, and his dedication often gets him taken for granted. A few months ago, I visited my dad at his place, where I found him on the patio, enjoying a cigar and laughing heartily. I asked what was so funny, and he began to tell me about the Carlyles, a couple who wanted an extravagant bathroom remodel.
They picked every detail, from the tiles to the toilet paper holder, and at first, it seemed like a dream job. But on the last day, just as my dad finished the grouting, the Carlyles sat on their couch, ready to pull a fast one. Mrs. Carlyle claimed the tiles were wrong, despite having chosen them herself. To my dad’s shock, they only wanted to pay him half of what they owed.
Frustrated but clever, my dad decided to teach them a lesson. Instead of using water in the grout, he mixed it with sugar and honey, packed up his tools, and left with half the payment. He knew the couple wouldn’t notice anything wrong immediately; the grout looked fine when it dried.
Weeks later, Mrs. Carlyle took a shower and found ants crawling along the grout lines. The next day brought cockroaches, and soon enough, all sorts of bugs showed up. My dad had a friend, Johnny, who lived next door and kept him updated on the couple’s pest problems.
The Carlyles tried everything to get rid of the bugs, spending a fortune on pest control, but nothing worked. They even blamed the pest sprays for ruining the grout, not realizing that the sugar residue was the source of their problems.
My dad told me the couple ended up redoing their entire bathroom a year later, but the sugar was still lurking underneath, keeping the bugs coming back. They were clueless, still planning to remodel again.
I couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for them. My dad explained that their actions insulted his work and pride. He needed to protect his reputation in the plumbing business, and if he let them cheat him, others might try to do the same.
The stories continued. Johnny shared how Mrs. Carlyle had a fancy dinner party and screamed when she found a cockroach in the bathroom. Mr. Carlyle attempted to fix the problem himself, only to create a chemical factory smell without solving anything.
Over a year later, the couple was at their wits’ end and even considered selling their house. My dad chuckled, noting that perhaps his revenge lasted longer than intended, but he felt it was a deserved lesson.
As we sat watching the sunset, I couldn’t help but appreciate the cleverness of my dad’s actions. He taught them a lesson they wouldn’t forget, and I laughed at the thought of the Carlyles’ continued struggles. I promised him that if I ever needed plumbing work done, I would pay him in full upfront. It was a fitting reminder that sometimes, karma comes with unexpected consequences.
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