Rich Young Woman Mocks Poor Old Man, Two Days Later They Switch Places — Story of the Day

A rich young woman mocks the janitor at her father’s company and he decides to teach her a lesson she will never forget.

Danielle Grobber was used to having everything her own way. She was beautiful, intelligent, talented, and very, very rich. Or at least, Danielle’s father was very rich and she’d always thought of his money as hers.

So Danielle, or Danie, as her friends called her, was more than a little spoiled, but she always managed to charm her way out of trouble with her sweet talk and her dazzling smile. Then she crossed a line, and her father taught her a life lesson she would never forget.

Danielle was about to go off on a two-week dream vacation to the Caribean and had talked her father into taking her on a shopping spree. Not that Danie was in need of anything, she just loved shopping with her dad.

Unfortunately, he had to skip their lunch to attend to some urgent issues, and so she’d wandered around a bit before walking into a famous fast food restaurant and ordering herself a burger with all the trimmings, fries, a large soda, and an apple pie.

She took her order and walked back to her dad’s building which was surrounded by a well-tended lawn dotted with shady trees, comfortable benches, and murmuring fountains. She sat and ate her food while she texted her friends on her phone.

When she finished, she wiped her lips, crumpled the napkin, and carefully applied lipstick. Then she got up and started to walk away, leaving all the packaging and left-overs on the bench.

A voice stopped her in her tracks. “Excuse me, miss!” the voice said. “Please pick up your trash and put it in the bin.”

Treat everyone with respect if you want to be respected.

Danie turned around and stared at a thin elderly man in a janitor’s uniform who was sweeping the garden path. “Excuse me?” she asked. “Are you talking to ME?”

“Yes, young lady,” the man said. “This little park is for the people who work here to enjoy, and I don’t think it’s fair to leave rubbish behind.”

“I don’t clean up!” Danie said arrogantly. “People clean up for ME. People like you, the servant class — isn’t that your job? So do it — clean it up!”

The elderly man flushed. “Young lady,” he said. “My job is to keep this building and this garden spick and span but what you did is disrespectful…”

Danie interrupted him rudely. “You work for my father, which means you work for me! If I tell you to clean up, you clean up, if I tell you to lick my shoes, you lick my shoes or I’ll get you fired!”

It was at that moment that Danie heard a voice like thunder: “DANIELLE!” She turned around to find her father standing there looking furious. “Who do you think you are?” Jack Grobber asked her. “How dare you humiliate this man, who has worked for me for over 20 years. A hard-working man, with a family!”

“Daddy?” said Danie in her best little girl voice. “Please don’t be mad at me…I’m sooo sorry!” But under her sweet smile, Jack caught a flicker of mockery. Danie thought she was going to get away with this, just like she’d gotten away with everything in the past.

“Apologize to Mr. Terence, Danielle,” Jack ordered and watched as his daughter turned to the janitor with her most charming manner — but now he knew it was all an act.

“It’s my fault,” Jack thought. “I have to put this right!” But how do you undo a lifetime of indulgence and teach a young woman respect and responsibility?

Then Jack had a brilliant idea. “Mr. Terence, you look very tired!” he said. “I think you need a vacation!”

Mr. Terence smiled and shook his head. “My wife says the same, Mr. Grobber, but I’m saving up my vacation days for the end of the year so we can spend Christmas with the grandchildren!”

“That’s quite alright, Mr. Terence,” Jack said. “I’m giving you two weeks off and an all-expenses-paid trip to the Bahamas for you and your wife!”

Mr. Terence’s gaped. “Sir? The Bahamas…But who will fill in for me?”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Terence,” Jack said smiling. “My daughter Danielle will be more than happy to fill in for you, to make up for the unpleasant way she treated you.”

“WHAT?” screamed Danie, “Are you mad, daddy? I’m going on vacation…”

“Not anymore,” Jack said. “Mr. and Mrs. Terence are going in your place, and you will do his job while he is away.”

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO ME!” screamed Danielle. “I’m not a janitor! Cleaning toilets? Sweeping? Picking up other people’s trash? I won’t do it!”

“Yes you will,” her father said coldly. “Or I will cut off your allowance, take away that convertible…”

“It’s MY car!” cried Danie.

“No, Danielle,” Jack said quietly. “It’s MY car. I paid for it, I pay for the insurance and the gas. It’s all mine. Everything you have, I give you, so I think it’s time you learned how hard people have to work for every dollar.”

Danie knew her father very well, and by the look in his eyes, she realized she’d crossed some boundary. He would not be sweet-talked out of this crazy notion!

“You start on Monday,” Jack told her, then he turned to Mr. Terence. “And you’d better go home and pack, Mr. Terence! Bon Voyage!”

Monday morning Danie was there in her uniform, cleaning and sweeping, and emptying trash cans. By the end of the day she was exhausted, her beautiful nails were ruined, and her soft pampered hands were red and sore.

By the time Mr. Terence came back from the Bahamas with an amazing tan, Danie was quite an expert at the job and he was happy to report to Mr. Grobber that she’d left everything spick and span — no trash in the garden!

As for Danie, she never again disrespected anyone for doing a hard day’s work because she knew exactly what that felt like!

An Elderly Man with OCD Develops Feelings for a Waitress, Only to Be Publicly Humiliated by a Rival the Following Day

Jonathan arrived at the café, eager to impress the woman he loved. He had a new suit and had practiced hard. But things went wrong. Instead of Phoebe, he faced Mark, who publicly humiliated him, hinting at his long-time flaw. Jonathan’s nerves took over, leading to an embarrassing scene.

Jonathan Green, an elderly man, lived alone in a small, neat house on the city’s outskirts. His life was strictly regimented.

Every morning, he woke up precisely at 8:00 a.m., his alarm clock ringing loudly, piercing the quiet dawn. Jonathan would take a deep breath, and then immediately start his daily rituals.

First, he disinfected all surfaces, spraying and wiping until every inch sparkled. Next, he checked the locks and switches multiple times, his fingers trembling slightly as he flipped the light switches on and off, on and off.

The door locks were tested three times each, ensuring they were secure.

Jonathan’s days were like clockwork, each minute planned and each task completed in a specific order.

His routines were his comfort, a way to manage the anxiety that constantly buzzed at the edges of his mind.

He often quarreled with his neighbor Bob because of Bob’s cat, Mr. Whiskers, constantly roamed Jonathan’s garden, digging up his carefully planted flowers.

That bright morning, Jonathan was outside, meticulously tending to his garden, when he spotted Mr. Whiskers pawing at his tulips.

“Bob!” Jonathan called out, his voice tight with frustration. “Your cat is at it again!”

Bob, a quirky man with a wide grin and a perpetually messy appearance, popped his head over the fence.

“Ah, sorry, Jonathan! Mr. Whiskers is just a free spirit, you know? He means no harm.”

Jonathan grumbled, shaking his head. “Keep him out of my garden, Bob. I can’t have him ruining my flowers.”

Jonathan ate his lunch at a local café every day, occupying the same table by the window. The thought of someone else sitting there made his palms sweat.

Phoebe, the kind-hearted waitress at the café, knew about this peculiarity and always tried to reserve the table for Jonathan.

She was a bright spot in his otherwise anxious world, with her warm smile and gentle demeanor.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Green,” Phoebe greeted him as he walked in, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Your usual table is ready for you.”

At the sight of Phoebe, Jonathan got nervous, and his hands started to shake. He quickly sat down and began arranging the sugar packets on the table, lining them up in perfect rows to calm himself.

Phoebe watched him with a soft smile, understanding his need for order.

“Thank you, Phoebe,” Jonathan said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Phoebe nodded and placed his usual lunch in front of him: a plate of vegetables arranged by color, with the potatoes perfectly aligned.

She arranged the vegetables this way just for him, knowing it helped to calm his nerves.

As he ate, Jonathan couldn’t help but glance at Phoebe from time to time. She moved gracefully between the tables. Each time she looked his way and smiled, he felt a flutter of warmth in his chest, a feeling he couldn’t quite name.

Despite the rigid structure of his days, there was a small part of Jonathan that longed for something more, something beyond his routines.

And though he would never admit it, Phoebe’s smile was a tiny spark of light in his meticulously ordered world.

On one of his regular visits to the café, Jonathan brought a single daisy, its white petals slightly wilted but still charming. He hid it in his pocket throughout lunch, occasionally patting it to make sure it was still there.

As he finished his meal and carefully arranged his utensils, he discreetly left the crumpled flower on the table for Phoebe.

As Jonathan made his way to the exit, Phoebe hurried after him. “Mr. Green, wait up!” she called, her voice bright and cheerful.

Jonathan paused, his heart racing. “Yes, Phoebe?”

Phoebe caught up to him, holding the daisy gently. “This is lovely, thank you,” she said warmly.

“You know, the café owner is planning a musical evening soon. We’re looking for someone who can play the piano well. I remember you mentioning you used to play quite well. Would you consider performing?”

Jonathan felt his chest tighten. He looked at his watch, his fingers tapping nervously on its face.

“I… I need to be home. It’s almost time for my afternoon routine,” he stammered.

Phoebe’s smile softened. “I understand, Mr. Green. Just think about it, okay? It would be wonderful to have you play.”

Jonathan nodded quickly, eager to escape the unexpected conversation. “I’ll think about it,” he mumbled before hurrying out the door.

At home, Jonathan tried to follow his usual routine but found himself distracted by Phoebe’s words. Finally, he deviated from his schedule and sat down at the old upright piano in his living room.

His fingers trembled as they hovered over the keys. He began to play, but not all the notes came out right. His anxiety grew with each mistake.

Hearing the hesitant notes, Bob peeked through the window, his curiosity piqued. He knocked gently on the glass.

“Hey, Jonathan, need some help?” he called out.

Jonathan frowned but opened the window a crack. “I’m fine, Bob. Just… just trying something.”

Bob grinned, undeterred. “That’s awesome! Need an audience to practice on?”

Jonathan sighed. “It’s a foolish idea. I haven’t played in years.”

Bob stepped back and smiled. “Nonsense. Let’s work on it together. I can listen, and we can get you ready.”

Jonathan often struggled to play because of his obsessive thoughts, but Bob found a way to calm him.

He created little funny rhyming phrases.

“Tickle the ivories, just like pies,” and “Play the keys, no fleas, just ease.”

They first repeated them aloud, then to themselves. This helped Jonathan gather himself and play more steadily.

For the first time in a long while, Jonathan felt a flicker of happiness, a sense of accomplishment warming his heart. He smiled, thinking that perhaps this could be his moment to shine.

However, deep down, he couldn’t shake off the nagging worry that his joy might be premature.

The next day, Jonathan walked into the café with a slight spring in his step. However, instead of Phoebe, he saw Mark behind the counter.

Mark was a young waiter, known for his sharp tongue and competitive nature. He always seemed to be trying too hard to impress, especially when Phoebe was around.

Jonathan’s heart sank a little, but he approached Mark.

“Hello, Mark,” Jonathan said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Could you tell Phoebe that I agreed to perform at the musical evening?”

Mark raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Sure, I’ll let her know,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Good luck with that, old man.”

Ignoring the snide remark, Jonathan turned and left the café. He met up with Bob, who was waiting for him outside.

“How’d it go?” Bob asked, noticing Jonathan’s slightly flustered appearance.

“Phoebe wasn’t there, but I left the message with Mark,” Jonathan replied, trying to shake off the unease. “Let’s go get that suit.”

Bob nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely! Let’s get you looking sharp.”

They went to the local department store, where Bob helped Jonathan pick out a suit. Bob was like a whirlwind of energy, holding up jackets and ties, and offering opinions on colors and styles.

“Try this one,” Bob said, handing Jonathan a navy blue suit. “It’ll bring out your eyes.”

Jonathan hesitated but took the suit into the dressing room. When he emerged, he felt a bit self-conscious but also a little proud.

“Well, what do you think?” he asked, turning around slowly.

Bob gave a thumbs up. “You look fantastic! Phoebe will be impressed for sure.”

After purchasing the suit, Jonathan had one more request.

“Bob, can we stop by the jewelry shop? There’s something I need to get.”

Bob’s eyes widened in surprise but nodded. “Of course, let’s go.”

At the jewelry shop, Jonathan carefully examined the pieces on display. His hands were a bit shaky as he finally selected a delicate silver bracelet with a small charm.

“This one,” Jonathan said, his voice soft. “For a special woman.”

Bob smiled broadly. “That’s a beautiful choice, Jonathan. She’ll love it.”

Bob patted him on the back as they walked out of the shop.

“Everything’s going to be great, Jonathan,” Bob said confidently. “I’ll be there to support you at the performance. You’ve got this.”

Jonathan nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Thanks, Bob. I appreciate your help.”

As they headed home, Jonathan felt a flicker of hope. Yet, the biggest test for poor Jonathan was to come, and he had no inkling of what lay in wait.

On the day of the performance, Jonathan arrived at the café, feeling a bit nervous. As he entered, he looked around for Phoebe but saw Mark behind the counter instead.

“Good afternoon, Mark. Is Phoebe here?” Jonathan asked, his voice slightly trembling.

Mark smirked. “Oh, she’s in the back. Why do you need her?”

Jonathan took a deep breath.

“I’m here for the performance. I told you to let her know.”

Mark’s smirk widened. “Oh, right. I must have forgotten. Besides, we decided against live music tonight. It’s not really your scene, old man.”

Jonathan’s heart sank. Just then, Phoebe came out from the back and saw Jonathan. She greeted him with a warm smile.

“Mr. Green! What a pleasant surprise. I didn’t know you came tonight! You look sharp today,” she said, noticing his new suit.

“You didn’t respond to my message, but I went ahead and tuned the piano just in case.”

Jonathan managed a small smile, feeling a bit more at ease. “Thank you, Phoebe. I’m ready to play.”

Jonathan looked at Mark, who shrugged nonchalantly. Phoebe frowned but turned to Jonathan with a reassuring smile.

“It’s not a big deal. The piano is tuned, and you can play. Let me just inform the café owner.”

As Phoebe walked away, Mark seized the moment to mock Jonathan.

“Look at you with your useless rituals. Your obsessive thoughts have no place here. You’re just going to embarrass Phoebe and yourself.”

Jonathan’s hands began to shake uncontrollably. In his panic, he knocked over a stack of dishes on a nearby table. The crash echoed through the café, and juice spilled onto the patrons at the neighboring table.

Faces turned towards him, some with shock, others with annoyance.

Feeling utterly humiliated, Jonathan ran out of the café, his vision blurred with tears.

Bob was just entering the café, having arrived a bit late. As he stepped through the door, he and Jonathan collided, nearly knocking each other over.

“Whoa, Jonathan! What happened?” Bob asked, seeing the distress on Jonathan’s face.

Jonathan, struggling to catch his breath, tried to explain.

“Mark… he didn’t tell Phoebe. They weren’t expecting me to play, and he… he mocked me. I knocked everything over.”

“Jonathan, calm down,” Bob said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “Remember our rhymes from the rehearsals. Repeat them with me.”

Together, they closed their eyes and chanted the calming phrases:

“Tickle the ivories, just like pies,” and “Play the keys, no fleas, just ease.”

Gradually, Jonathan’s breathing steadied, and the panic ebbed away.

Despite the anger and confusion inside the café, he felt a new resolve forming within him.

Bob gave him an OK sign. “You’ve got this, Jonathan. Don’t let Mark or anyone else stop you.”

Jonathan, still murmuring the calming rhymes, walked back into the café, ignoring the stares and whispers.

He made his way to the piano, his focus entirely on the keys in front of him. The café owner moved to intervene, but Phoebe quickly stepped in.

“Please, let him play. I’ll take responsibility for whatever happens next,” she pleading the owner.

Summoning all his strength, Jonathan began to play. The first notes were shaky, but as he continued, his confidence grew.

The music flowed beautifully, filling the café with a serene melody. The chatter died down, and everyone listened, captivated by his performance.

As the last note faded, Jonathan faced the audience.

“I have OCD,” he began, his voice steady. “But today, I overcame my fears and my need for daily rituals to take a step forward. I want to thank Bob for helping me find a new way to calm myself, and I even thank Mark for the obstacles he put in my path because they made me stronger.”

He turned to the café owner and the patrons. “I apologize for the chaos earlier and promise to cover the costs.”

The café erupted in applause, and Jonathan felt a wave of relief wash over him. Mark slipped out quietly, his head down, while Jonathan approached Phoebe, who was beaming with pride.

He took out the small box and handed it to her.

“Phoebe, this is for you. And… would you go out with me on a real date?”

Phoebe’s eyes sparkled as she opened the box to reveal the bracelet.

“Yes, Jonathan. I’d love to.”

From a distance, Bob watched with a satisfied smile. Jonathan had not only faced his fears but had also found the courage to pursue his happiness.

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