A bad landlord can be the difference between a smooth rental experience and every tenant’s worst nightmare. With the power to make your life miserable, some landlords are happy to force you to live in squalor while demanding you pay through the nose for the privilege.\nWhen Jack and Divya moved into a small apartment after a relocation for work, they expected to have a quiet year while they saved up to buy a home. They couldn’t have known that their landlord was going to make it a year they’d never forget. "],"image":{"name":"1eirr727euov3r2v.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

Jack and Divya Goodman lived in Seattle, Washington. They were in their early twenties and had been together since college. After four years together, Jack decided it was time to pop the question and they got married a few months later. \nJack studied computer science at school and Divya was a business major. They were young, ambitious, and enjoying their lives as newlyweds. The happy couple didn’t know that their lives were about to be turned upside down. "],"title":"Meet the Goodmans","image":{"name":"9tq4uuospfcl9mok.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

As young professionals just getting started, Jack and Divya decided that they were going to wait to start a family. They figured that the best thing to do financially was to have a double income with no kids for a few years so they could save up for a down payment on a house.\nBoth of them were responsible, savvy, and committed to saving for their future. They had big dreams and now was the time to knuckle down and make them come true. Neither of them could have anticipated that someone would try and steal everything they had worked so hard for. "],"title":"Two Incomes, No Kids","image":{"name":"9fqcw7m1tekwdvxi.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Photo by Karolina Grabowska/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

One day at the office, Jack received an unexpected phone call. It was a headhunter, looking to recruit him as a junior software developer for a new company in San Francisco. The salary was three times what he was earning currently. Even though they’d have to uproot their whole lives and move to a much more expensive city, it was too good an offer to pass up. \nThey ran the numbers and figured that if they moved to a cheap apartment and saved most of Jack’s salary, they’d have enough for a down payment within a year. Little did they know that the move to San Francisco was going to be anything but smooth. "],"title":"New Job","image":{"name":"bin1kh31s3owyhnn.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

For the first few weeks in the Bay Area, Jack and Divya stayed on a friend’s couch and toured rental apartments every night after work. Divya’s company had kept her on remotely so they were both earning well but they knew they needed to live frugally.\nAfter a long search, they finally found the perfect apartment. It was small and run-down, but the price was right. Plus, they knew it would only be temporary while they saved for their dream home. The letting agent looked a little doubtful when they said they’d take it, but they were resolute. They didn’t realize that only she knew what they were letting themselves in for. "],"title":"Rental Apartment","image":{"name":"vinrqbpxtw43lern.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":713},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":396}}}},{"text":["

The letting agent arranged a meeting with the landlord for the next day. Jack and Divya were feeling positive. This was the first stepping stone on the way to achieving their goals.\nThe landlord’s name was Morgan Hardy. He swaggered into the office and put out his hand for Jack to shake, ignoring Divya altogether. “So, let’s get this bad boy signed. You kids are going to love the place. It’s very…cozy. Just know there are a few rules you’ll have to stick to and we’ll get along fine. You’ll find I’m a very hands-on landlord,” he said loftily. "],"title":"Meet Morgan Hardy","image":{"name":"9g1d0caq4754vd6v.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":638},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":355}}}},{"text":["

With a flourish, Morgan whipped out the contract for the Goodmans to sign. Jack could tell that the landlord thought they were just a couple of clueless newlyweds. He encouraged them to sign the contract without reading it, but Jack was careful to scrutinize the legal document.\nThere were a couple of stipulations that sounded odd, but nothing too serious. When Jack got to the section about his income, he confidently wrote $99K in the box. Together, the couple was earning a tidy six-figure salary and the apartment was well below their means. As he wrote the numbers, he watched Morgan's jaw drop. "],"title":"Signing the Contract","image":{"name":"1cnft9dhid18j90v.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Photo by Pixabay/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":540},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":300}}}},{"text":["

Morgan Hardy looked at Jack suspiciously. “Are you sure you’ve got this right, bud? Didn’t you say you were 24 years old?” he asked. Jack smiled back. “Yep, that’s correct. I’m a software developer and Divya works in marketing. We’ll just be staying here for a year while we save up to buy a home,” he explained politely. \nMorgan’s eyes flashed with anger for a moment, but then he plastered on a smarmy smile. “Well, haven’t you done well for yourselves,” he said in a voice dripping with acid. The couple couldn't have known that this information was going to change everything. "],"title":"How Much?","image":{"name":"lrqfs8fywgfyfsbz.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Photo by Pavel Danilyuk/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":481},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

Jack and Divya moved into Morgan’s apartment a few days later. They quickly spruced up the place and made it feel homely, but their problems were just beginning. It didn’t take long for the couple to realize that Morgan Hardy was going to make their lives miserable.\nAny issue with the apartment they reported, he was quick to find a reason why it was their fault. From bugs to faulty wiring and mold to cracks in the walls, Morgan refused to sort out anything. He took to dropping by unannounced, especially when Divya was home alone and she never felt comfortable around him. But the worst was yet to come. "],"title":"Worst Landlord","image":{"name":"imdkk4g05v9emkjy.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":556},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":309}}}},{"text":["

As time went by, the Goodmans realized there was a whole lot more wrong with the apartment than they could ever have imagined. One day, Divya opened the closet and found all of her clothes were covered with white fuzz. Morgan just scoffed with derision when she informed him.\nLikewise, when they heard rats scurrying across the ceiling, the landlord brushed off their complaints and told them to deal with it. “And don’t even think about trying to sue me because you’d be laughed out of the courtroom,” he said maliciously. "],"title":"Living in Misery","image":{"name":"iuwj4ljt34ydaf7e.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":556},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":309}}}},{"text":["

Jack and Divya decided to grin and bear it. They could live with the apartment issues so long as they were working toward their goals. They both worked long hours, scrimping and saving as much as they could.\nThey barely ate out and spent their weekends hiking and cycling around the Bay Area which didn't cost a penny. Little by little, their savings grew. It wasn’t long before they had enough for a 20% down payment on a townhouse. Their dream of owning a home was closer than ever before. "],"title":"Saving Up","image":{"name":"kokbsbtnslg6z6pq.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":565},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":314}}}},{"text":["

The Goodmans started browsing real estate websites, searching for the perfect home. Morgan was still trying to make their lives a misery, but freedom was so close they could taste it. They only needed to last a few months longer in the poky apartment.\nOne day, Jack and Divya went to an open house in their favorite neighborhood and they knew they had found the one. An old Victorian in a trendy neighborhood, this was a home in which they could see themselves starting a family. But there was just one problem."],"title":"Dream Home","image":{"name":"oe9xuwabxv93ao6o.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":555},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":308}}}},{"text":["

The lease on Morgan’s apartment was about to end—they had lived there for a year, but the new home wasn’t available for another three months. They just needed to stay a little longer and then they would be free of that sleazy landlord forever.\nJack sent him a polite email requesting a three-month extension of their lease that they would pay month by month. He knew Morgan might try something shady, but he could never have predicted what the landlord’s next move would be. "],"title":"Three Month Extension","image":{"name":"fmqsn1c1p5kw1ckz.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Photo by Anna Shvets/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":523},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":290}}}},{"text":["

Morgan was trying to raise the rent by $500—almost a 50% raise. It was more than the new mortgage was going to be. Jack knew that the landlord was just trying to rinse as much money out of them as possible before they moved on. \nWhen he told Divya, she was devastated. It felt like such a waste to just give an extra $1500 of their hard-earned money to this ghastly man. Jack promised her he’d try and fight Morgan on it. He organized to meet the landlord the next morning. "],"title":"Rent Increase","image":{"name":"evmr2pc78egljoas.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

When Morgan reiterated his rent hike in person, Jack was ready to argue. “Are you kidding me? That's outrageous!” he said angrily. But Morgan just sneered at him and said, “You can afford it. I deserve a piece of your success. You don’t know the true meaning of hard work.”\nJack changed tactics and tried reasoning with Morgan, but he wouldn’t budge. “You'll have to pay up or find somewhere else to live,” he said icily. Jack stormed out of the meeting—maybe it would be better to just leave. But what would his wife say?"],"title":"The Argument","image":{"name":"gocyc6bk0wcwk11x.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

After talking things through with Divya, Jack realized that moving out early was not an option. Where would they go? Short-term rental prices were astronomical and they had too much furniture to crash with friends. Their only option was to swallow their pride and pay the extra money.\nJack felt defeated when he confirmed with Morgan that they’d stay on. “Fine,” he said quietly. “You win. But just remember, revenge is a dish best served cold,” he went on. Jack didn’t know how they’d get back at the landlord who was taking advantage of their hard work but he’d find a way. "],"title":"They Had to Stay","image":{"name":"auxb9cnugxhgvtyc.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Photo by Priscilla Du Preez 🇨🇦 on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":678},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":377}}}},{"text":["

The next three months dragged on. Morgan made sure to make the most out of the last months of their tenancy, dropping by in person to collect their rent cheques with glee. They could tell he was just doing it to spite them.\nBut finally, the week before they were to move into their home arrived. Jack and Divya could hardly contain their excitement. They packed everything up themselves, carefully making sure everything would be ready for their fresh start in their beautiful house. However, Morgan had one last trick up his sleeve. "],"title":"Time to Move","image":{"name":"hem7u0vsm4ms3466.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":585},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":325}}}},{"text":["

On the eve of the Goodmans’ departure, Morgan came round to do his final “inspection” of the property. Jack and Divya had known this would be coming and they had restored the flat to a much better condition than they’d found it in. They didn’t want to give Morgan any reason to withhold their deposit.\nHowever, when Morgan arrived, they could see they needn’t have bothered. The sneaky landlord was going to invent reasons to keep their money. He stalked around the apartment, tutting and muttering under his breath. "],"title":"Morgan’s Inspection","image":{"name":"x09llw0mslkoa53o.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":556},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":309}}}},{"text":["

Jack and Divya stood together, feeling more and more angry by the minute. This slimy man had already cheated them out of an extra $1,500—what was he going to try now?\nMorgan turned to him with that fake smile plastered on his face. “Okay kids,” he said condescendingly. “I’ll be taking another $500 from your deposit for the damage you’ve caused to the place and the cost of a professional cleaning crew—standard procedure, you know,” he continued. Jack couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Now he really was going to get revenge. "],"title":"Taking More Money","image":{"name":"exsbvxh39x09xsm6.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Photo by Karolina Grabowska/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":735},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":408}}}},{"text":["

That night, as he lay awake in the tiny apartment for the last time, Jack’s mind was racing. He was determined to teach Morgan Hardy a lesson and show him that he couldn’t just walk all over them. \nHe wanted to do something that would cause Morgan the biggest amount of grief, without breaking the law. He knew Divya would never agree to anything illegal, plus, he was a sensible guy. There must be something they could do to teach Morgan a lesson that wouldn't come back to bite them. In the early hours of the morning, after some extensive internet research, Jack came up with a plan. ",""],"title":"Hatching a Plan","image":{"name":"o1l40hvz253syr59.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

They weren’t due to get the keys to the new property until the following evening. The movers collected their things early in the morning, giving Jack and Divya the rest of the day to make their point.\nJack explained his plan to Divya and after some hesitation, she agreed to do it. They headed out to the grocery store to get supplies. Once they were finished, Morgan would have no idea what had hit him. They weren’t going to do any permanent damage, but they were going to cause enough trouble to make sure Morgan thought twice before taking advantage of his tenants again. "],"title":"The Preparations","image":{"name":"odpw9tq4fst0gcfn.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

Jack and Divya worked carefully and efficiently, making sure to return everything to exactly how it had been before. When they took one final look around the apartment, you would never have known that anything was different.\nJust like Jack had warned Morgan, revenge is a dish best served cold. Morgan would only realize something was wrong when it was too late. They smiled slyly at each other as they locked the door for the last time. It was only a matter of time before the plan started to work. "],"title":"Payback Time","image":{"name":"dm4jaako5pqzufuo.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Photo by Jaye Haych on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":482},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

The apartment stood empty and only Jack and Divya knew exactly what they had done. They knew about the tuna fish in the curtain rails and the rotten eggs behind the AC vents. Only they knew about the spilled milk in the doormats and the dead mice on top of the ceiling fans.\nTo anyone else, the apartment looked clean and tidy. If you didn’t know where to look, it would be impossible to find the sources of the foul smells that were starting to permeate every room. Next time Morgan showed the place, he’d be lucky if any potential tenants even crossed the threshold. But the unsuspecting landlord didn’t know that yet."],"title":"Surprises for Morgan ","image":{"name":"aw8n7bc05yuccfh0.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

It was all go for the next few weeks as they settled into their new home, painting the walls, unpacking, and spending hours in IKEA picking out their favorite pieces of furniture. All of that scrimping and saving had been worth it. Now they had their own space and they weren’t at the mercy of any jerk landlords. \nEvery now and then, Jack thought about what they had done and smiled to himself. It would only be a matter of time now before Morgan came crawling out of the woodwork. "],"title":"Biding Their Time","image":{"name":"ot3vd8xi6nd65f1i.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Photo by Maria Ovchinnikova/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":630},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":350}}}},{"text":["

Divya made sure to check whether Morgan’s rental was still available with the letting agency each evening. Days went by and it was clear Morgan hadn’t managed to rent the place. The plan was working.\nThey watched as he reduced the rent to even less than they had been paying before the $500 increase. It was clear that no one was willing to live in an apartment with such a foul odor with an unknown cause. Plus, the smell would only be getting stronger and stronger, especially as it was summer now. "],"title":"Still for Rent ","image":{"name":"gzzq3sp4n6o3hakz.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Photo by Robert Linder on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":487},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":271}}}},{"text":["

As they knew it would, a phone call from Morgan came a few days later. He was incandescent with rage. “What did you do?” he screamed down the phone. “I’ve had the place cleaned, fumigated and ventilated. No one will even step through the door, let alone sign the lease. Where is the smell coming from? Did you hide a rotting corpse somewhere? I’m going to get you for this, you filthy little—,” he started.\nJack interrupted him. “Hi, Morgan. How can I help you today?” he said pleasantly. He could hear Morgan grinding his teeth on the other end of the line. The landlord was at breaking point. "],"title":"Morgan’s Rage ","image":{"name":"d05hoh1qgnn5kg3j.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Photo by Jonas Leupe on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":577},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":320}}}},{"text":["

“You’d better tell me what you did or I’m going to call the police,” snarled Morgan. “If you threaten me again, Morgan, I won’t be telling you anything and you’ll never rent that apartment again,” Jack replied calmly. \n“Nothing I have done is illegal so you can’t scare me. Divya and I will be happy to assist you in locating the source of the odor if you promise to do something for us in return,” he went on. He decided to deliver one final blow, repeating Morgan's words from before: “And don’t even think about suing us because you’ll be laughed out of the courtroom.” Morgan was silent for a minute. Jack could tell he was weighing up his options."],"title":"Making Negotiations","image":{"name":"uchwtem9v9u1thvj.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Image by Wavebreakmedia/Depositphotos","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":453},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":252}}}},{"text":["

“Okay, fine. You win. What do you want from me?” grumbled the landlord. “Just what’s rightfully ours,” replied Jack. In the end, Morgan met the Goodmans at their old apartment with a cheque for all the money he had wrongfully taken from them.\nIn exchange, Jack and Divya donned masks and removed everything they had hidden in the apartment. They had been careful to keep everything wrapped so there was no permanent damage. The smell started dissipating immediately. Morgan eyed the couple with a new kind of respect. He didn’t like it but he had to admit that he’d learned a valuable lesson. "],"title":"Returning the Money","image":{"name":"h83l51cb2wsj5zb3.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Image by payphoto/Depositphotos","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":459},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":254}}}},{"text":["

In the end, Morgan decided to fully renovate the apartment to make it more suitable for tenants. Although they’d taken some pretty drastic steps, Jack and Divya had shown him that he couldn’t get away with his bad behavior and it was time to make a change.\nJack and Divya settled into their new home, delighted that they’d gotten their money back. The $2,000 that Morgan had returned to them was going to go toward decorating a new nursery because Jack and Divya had just found out that they were expecting a baby. It wasn’t supposed to be part of their plan yet, but they’d learned how to handle a curveball or two. "],"title":"Fresh Start","image":{"name":"ciy7eqebjlfhv54b.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Photo by Sidekix Media on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

When Jack and Divya moved into their new temporary apartment, they had no idea what was in store for them. When landlord Morgan Hardy learned how much they earned, he made it his mission to swindle them out of as much money as he could until Jack decided to teach him an expensive (and stinky) lesson.\nWe’re sure that Jack and Divya will never have to resort to such tactics again and that they’re enjoying life as a family of three in their new home. We hope Morgan is working to become a fairer landlord and a better man. ",""],"title":"Looking to the Future ","image":{"name":"fvc12n8kts3edm4l.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}}]}; window.__cf = (window.__cf || {}); window.__cf.nextArticleData = {"meta":{"id":"cms-13495","title":"93-Year-Old Cashier Gets Fired From Supermarket, His Jaw Drops When He Discovers the Reason Why","code":"fsupr","category":"Story","subCategory":"Community,Fiction","lang":"en","version":"shz","fullCode":"fsuprenshz","lastTimePublished":"2024-11-10_11-00","createdAt":"2024-09-08T10:05:58.312Z","date":"2024-11-10","author":"Miriam C.","nextArticle":{"id":"cms-9705"},"originalSite":"foodisinthehouse.com","image":{"credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only"}},"blocks":[{"text":["

Getting older is never easy, especially after the love of your life passes away. The pain of losing a spouse can feel overwhelming, leaving behind a sense of crushing loneliness.\nWhen Bernard Thompson lost his wife, his job at the supermarket was the only thing that kept him going. It helped him stay connected with the world and kept those empty feelings at bay. Little did he know that someone was about to come along and completely change his world yet again."],"image":{"name":"mn2zrsnsggmy3tvr.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":712},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":395}}}},{"text":["

Ninety-three-year-old Bernard Thompson was a proud Midwesterner. He had lived in Omaha, Nebraska for his whole life. Bernard had worked in agriculture as a younger man, but had got a job in a supermarket when he was 70 to supplement his pension and had been there ever since. \nBernard didn’t need much to be content—just a steady routine, hearty meals, and his favorite pair of sturdy boots—but a recent tragedy had left him reeling. He couldn’t have predicted that his life was about to be thrown into turmoil all over again. "],"title":"Meet Bernard Thompson","image":{"name":"zezv7yjb8kbgejc9.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":718},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":399}}}},{"text":["

Just after Bernard had turned 89, his wife Maggie had died from a stroke. They had been high school sweethearts, together for more than 70 years and Bernard felt utterly lost without her. Their only daughter Nancy lived far away in Australia and couldn’t stay for long after the funeral, leaving Bernard alone in the house. \nAlthough he missed her every single day, he knew Maggie wouldn’t have wanted him to waste away in her absence so he kept on going, heading to work each day, keeping the house in order, and seeing friends. Little did he know, that was all about to change. "],"title":"Devastating Loss","image":{"name":"8h26bwq1ly43brwi.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":721},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

The supermarket where Bernard worked was small and friendly with regulars who came in almost every day. After 23 years there, Bernard knew them all by name. He worked as a cashier, scanning groceries for eight hours a day. \nHe enjoyed the hustle and bustle of supermarket work and the variety of seeing what each customer had put in their basket that day. He was careful and diligent, never overcharging people and always making sure they got the best deal. Even though he was 93, he had no plans to retire. However, things weren't always easy for Bernard."],"title":"Working at 93 Years Old","image":{"name":"wsi6n6jqxm5ybqpu.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":715},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":397}}}},{"text":["

These days, Bernard was a little slower than he used to be. The supermarket had installed a new touchscreen scanning system and he hadn’t quite got to grips with it. His hands were shaky and sometimes he had to pass something two or three times across the scanner before it registered. \nBernard knew he sometimes slowed things down and he didn’t like feeling like a burden. He was determined to keep trying his best and show the young folks that there was life in him yet. He didn’t realize that his manager had very different ideas about what was best for him. "],"title":"Slowing Down","image":{"name":"1cyw3ao0tufrvz4i.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":725},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":403}}}},{"text":["

Despite his slow pace of work, Bernard was the most beloved cashier in the supermarket and customers didn’t mind waiting a little longer to be served by him. He always offered a friendly greeting, remembered little details about each person, and enquired about their families. \nHe’d commend them on their choice of peaches or tomatoes, offer gardening tips, and always wave them off with a cheery smile. Being served by Bernard brightened everyone’s day, even if it took a little longer. However, an unexpected change was quietly brewing beneath the surface of this everyday cheer."],"title":"Beloved By All","image":{"name":"593u3o6jyhho9u06.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":724},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":402}}}},{"text":["

Bernard knew people enjoyed seeing him at the supermarket and since Maggie had passed away, it was the one spark of joy left in his life. It meant he got to have some human interaction which helped to alleviate his loneliness. \nIf he couldn’t go to work, he knew he would spend his days at home by himself, with only the television for company. Sure, he could meet some old buddies at a diner once a week or go to the senior center on Fridays, but it wasn’t the same as working at the supermarket and being a valued member of society. He hoped he could continue working until he finally joined Maggie. But one day was about to change everything."],"title":"Spark of Joy","image":{"name":"qbpn50tf48zc0ps9.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":724},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":402}}}},{"text":["

One cold morning, Bernard got ready for work as usual. He combed his hair with water and put on a sweater and slacks and then proudly pinned his name badge to his chest. Maggie had always liked him to look smart and he wasn’t about to let her down even though she wasn’t here to check he was presentable. \nHe walked the three blocks to the supermarket, nodding at the locals he recognized as customers as he went. It was a regular morning just like any other, at least that’s what Bernard thought. "],"title":"No Regular Morning","image":{"name":"jcxf6bu384cx77ue.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":722},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":401}}}},{"text":["

However, once Bernard arrived at the supermarket and was about to punch in with his timecard, his manager approached him. Relatively new to the job, the manager of the supermarket was a man in his thirties called Andy Abrams who had a lot of ideas about how to modernize the supermarket. \nBernard tried hard to get along with him, but he worried that Andy saw him as a deadweight. “Could you come and see me in my office once you’ve hung your coat up, Mr. Thompson?” Andy asked in a falsely cheery voice. Bernard could see he looked nervous beneath his smile. "],"title":"The Manager’s Office","image":{"name":"zs5y0ezfsooig3hf.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":716},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":398}}}},{"text":["

Bernard headed to the staff cloakroom, his heart filled with dread. He had never been called into the manager’s office before and he couldn’t imagine it could be for any good reason. He’d tried hard to speed things up whenever Andy was watching him, but he knew the young man had noticed his shaky hands and struggle to master the new system. \nHe trudged towards the office, his heart pounding. Perhaps Andy was going to give him a telling-off. He didn’t dare think about the other possibility. "],"title":"Filled With Dread","image":{"name":"btg2rkmbujwv1z9c.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":724},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":402}}}},{"text":["

“Come in and sit down, Mr. Thompson,” Andy said after Bernard knocked timidly on the door. Bernard did as he was told, still feeling very nervous. “Right, let’s get straight into it then. As you know, I’ve been doing my best to make the supermarket more profitable and as such, I’m having to make some budget cuts,” he began. \n“You are well over the usual age of retirement at this workplace and I feel it’s my job to make sure you enjoy your golden years, Mr. Thompson. We’ve decided to let you go, I hope you understand the decision,” he finished somberly. His words were like a knife to the heart. "],"title":"Bad News","image":{"name":"o1g7qsp6figfolvd.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":728},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":404}}}},{"text":["

Bernard tried to protest, even offering to work for free, but Andy was firm, insisting that he was only doing what was best for Bernard and what was best for the store. Bernard left the office, his heart heavy. \nHe walked through the store, feeling his colleagues’ pitying glances piercing him. There were a few colleagues who even had a twinkle in their eyes, as though gleeful to see him sunk so low. Even his friend Lou seemed to be suppressing a smile. He’d never felt so ashamed in all his life.",""],"title":"Walk of Shame ","image":{"name":"1az65i5979s7z697.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":721},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

Andy had offered for Bernard to stay for the rest of the day, but he couldn’t bear to be there a moment longer. He had called the supermarket home for almost 25 years and now he was being unceremoniously let go because of “budget cuts”. He knew the real reason was his age and Andy just didn’t want to admit it. \nThe three blocks to his home which earlier had felt like a breeze now felt like a marathon. When people waved or nodded to him this time, he hung his head. He knew that all that awaited him at home was loneliness."],"title":"Real Reason for Being Fired","image":{"name":"373r60s04gca668v.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":727},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":404}}}},{"text":["

Once home, Bernard sank creakily into his chair and let out a deep sigh. He was embarrassed at how devastated he felt inside. He was a farming man—how could a silly job in a supermarket have meant so much to him? But it had been so much more than a job. \nHe picked up the phone to call his friend and then put it down again. He didn’t want anyone to see him while he was in such a state. He sat in the chair for hours, not even getting up to fix some food or close the curtains when night started to fall. "],"title":"Feeling Devastated ","image":{"name":"xu5yvwd3xyz0fbpp.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":723},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":402}}}},{"text":["

Gradually, Bernard became overwhelmed by a deep sense of emptiness. The only sound was the low hum of the refrigerator, a lonely reminder of the quiet that had replaced the warmth and laughter Maggie used to bring. He stared at the TV, its flickering light barely comforting against the hollow feeling inside him. \nThe ticking clock seemed to highlight his stillness, making the house feel even colder and emptier. Bernard struggled to find any purpose in the silence that enveloped him—without his work and without Maggie, who was he? What was he going to do now? "],"title":"No Meaning ","image":{"name":"b9v7z35l24i8u6n0.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":728},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":404}}}},{"text":["

However, as Bernard’s eyes roved sadly around the room, they came to rest on a photo of Maggie on the mantlepiece. It had been taken when she was in her 70s, still full of life, with her huge smile and sparkling eyes. As he stared, the Maggie in the photo seemed to move, turning to look him straight in the eye. \n“What shall I do, Mags?” he asked her desperately. In Bernard’s mind, Maggie’s reply was warm and reassuring. “Bernie, you’ve always had the strength to face whatever comes your way. Keep going, find joy in the little things, and remember that your heart still has so much to give.” When Bernard awoke the next morning, Maggie’s words had worked their magic."],"title":"Turning to Maggie","image":{"name":"3jix838t1o9datue.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":728},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":404}}}},{"text":["

He still felt low, but the crushing weight that had landed on his chest after his meeting with Andy had lifted somewhat. Yes, he didn’t have a job anymore, but that didn’t mean he was going to wither away at home. \nHe was a well-liked man in the community and his customers would miss their little chats with him, he was sure of it. Perhaps Andy would even face a backlash for firing him. With Maggie’s love held close, he knew he could carry on. And he knew exactly what he was going to do first. "],"title":"The Next Morning","image":{"name":"s3e7t6s469zk1pxo.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":718},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":399}}}},{"text":["

Bernard got ready to head out. He didn’t pin his name badge onto his chest, but he still dressed with care and pride. He needed to buy groceries and he wasn’t going to slink around, avoiding his former workplace. He would go straight into the store with his head held high. \nAs he walked, he felt his step getting lighter. Perhaps it might even be fun not to have to work every day. He was 93 after all—maybe it was time to take a little break. As he arrived, the sliding doors to the supermarket swung apart and he strode in as steadily as he could. "],"title":"Head Held High","image":{"name":"kpwkq6j1rtm1yn1c.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":719},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

As they caught sight of him, Bernard’s colleagues looked concerned. He guessed they were ashamed of their insensitive reactions yesterday and weren’t expecting to see him back so soon. Some of them even started whispering to each other. \nAs he started down the first aisle, squinting at his scrawled grocery list, his friend Lou approached him. “Bernie, hon, what are you doing here? We all thought you wouldn’t be in today—,” she started to say, but Bernard interrupted her. “I’m back, Lou. I’m not going to hide, I worked here for more than two decades and I deserve some respect,” he said proudly. Lou was about to reply when Bernard caught sight of someone else. "],"title":"People Whisper","image":{"name":"n30qr6lfqsrx5m6v.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":723},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":401}}}},{"text":["

At the back of the store, coming out of the staff area, Bernard spotted Andy the manager bustling around, looking harried. To Bernard’s satisfaction, when Andy saw him, his face turned pale. He looked as though he’d seen a ghost. \nBernard gave him a dark look and then turned back to the shelves, picking out a few packets of his favorite cookies. Maggie had liked them too he thought fondly. However, all of a sudden, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. "],"title":"Manager’s Reaction","image":{"name":"xs87x6prqccd380d.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

\"Mr. Thompson?” Andy said, appearing next to Bernard. The 93-year-old man drew himself up to his full height, took a deep breath, and got ready to tell his young ex-manager what he thought of him. \nHowever, Andy cut across him. “Mr. Thompson, you were our most loyal employee, we loved having you work here,\" the manager stuttered, realizing he needed to explain himself. Bernard was confused. If they had valued his loyalty so much then why had they let him go without so much as a warning? "],"title":"Most Loyal Employee","image":{"name":"nhd0us86x0vdcg80.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":722},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":401}}}},{"text":["

Andy was looking shifty and Bernard noticed that most of the supermarket employees were pretending to look busy, but watching the exchange out of the corners of their eyes. Like yesterday, some of them even looked gleeful or excited. \nAndy sighed. “Listen, Mr. Thompson, we didn’t expect you in today. It was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess it’s ruined anyway so you may as well know,” he explained. Bernard felt more confused than ever. “Can someone please explain to me what the heck is going on?” he said gruffly. "],"title":"Spoiling the Surprise","image":{"name":"pgwp7kekxyfvboqt.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

Andy opened his mouth to speak when suddenly, a new customer walked into the store, making the little bell tinkle. Involuntarily, Bernard turned his head, looking to see which of his locals had come in. \nWhen he saw who it was, his heart gave a jump. He started mouthing wordlessly, unable to speak, and Andy patted him on the shoulder. His other colleagues were watching him and smiling. This explained all their strange behavior yesterday. Lou wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. How could they have pulled this off? "],"title":"Someone Unexpected ","image":{"name":"5fe3muf0c260kkmv.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":712},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":395}}}},{"text":["

The person who had walked into the supermarket was Bernard and Maggie’s daughter Nancy. Nancy had lived in Australia for more than 30 years and since Maggie’s death, Bernard had found it hard to keep in contact with her. \nNow she was here, walking steadily towards him, a broad grin on her tanned face and tears in her eyes. “Hi Dad,” she said happily, enveloping him in a big hug. Although she was already well into her 60s, Nancy seemed young and strong. Bernard held onto his daughter. He was overwhelmed, but this time it was for a good reason. "],"title":"The Reunion","image":{"name":"izqbvkjl5w051525.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":673},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":374}}}},{"text":["

After they had let go of one another, Bernard turned to Andy. “How did this happen?” he asked, his mind reeling. Andy smiled sheepishly, glancing at Nancy before turning back to Bernard. “We knew you’d never quit, Mr. Thompson. You’ve been a loyal employee for years, but you’ve earned time to rest. We just wanted to give you a push,” he began. \nBernard looked at him, still confused. “Once we realized how much you missed your daughter, we contacted Nancy. We thought the best way to get you to slow down and enjoy life was to give you time with her,” he continued. Nancy squeezed Bernard’s hand. “It’s time to focus on family, Dad,” she said."],"title":"Revealing the Truth","image":{"name":"tyinw0ycx5y5jwz6.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":717},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":399}}}},{"text":["

Andy smiled and nodded toward Lou, who held up an envelope. “We didn’t stop with Nancy. Your customers, the whole community—they wanted to do something special. So, we all chipped in and bought you and Nancy first-class tickets back to Australia.\" Bernard’s mouth fell open.\n“You’ll finally get to meet your grandchildren and great-grandchildren in person,” Lou added, placing the envelope in his trembling hands. Bernard stared at it, stunned. “First class? For me?” he asked. Andy nodded. “You’ve given so much to this store, Bernard. Now it’s our turn to give something back to you.”"],"title":" First Class Tickets ","image":{"name":"a065w1knx4ajkbke.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":725},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":403}}}},{"text":["

Bernard was too overcome with gratitude to notice that the whole supermarket had fallen silent and had listened to every word. Now that Andy’s speech was over, all the customers and staff burst into applause. Bernard looked around and saw that it was all for him. Andy and Lou started clapping as well and so did Nancy. \nHe felt Maggie there next to him, his heart swelling with pride. For a whole 24 hours, he’d felt his life crumbling around him all over again. Now it turned out that big changes were on the horizon, but they were better changes than he could ever have imagined. "],"title":"The Applause ","image":{"name":"2kfjaw7d0ndw2f47.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":722},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":401}}}},{"text":["

Just a couple of weeks later, Bernard and Nancy were on a flight bound for Sydney, Australia. Bernard had barely been on a plane before, let alone sat in first class and they were both enjoying the luxurious accommodations. \nBernard squeezed his daughter’s hand and smiled to himself. If only Maggie could see him now. They hadn’t been too adventurous when she was alive, preferring to stick to their routine, but now here he was, jetting off to Australia. He knew she would be thrilled. "],"title":"Heading to Australia ","image":{"name":"xgb03ceh5843eocw.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":727},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":404}}}},{"text":["

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