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!
My Grandpa Pretended to Be Deaf to Test Us before Dividing the Inheritance, I Couldnt Help but Laugh at the Will Reading
My grandpa’s will revealed a shocking secret: for months, he had been pretending to be deaf, quietly listening to everything we said about him. When the truth was finally revealed in the lawyer’s office, it exposed our family’s hidden greed and genuine love, leaving us all forever changed.
My grandpa, Harold, was one of a kind. From the time I was a little girl, he was my favorite person. He could light up any room with his laughter and mischief, always full of love for his family. His twinkling eyes were a constant source of joy, and he had a way of making life feel special.
When Grandpa passed away, I felt a deep void. I missed our long talks, his wisdom, and, most of all, his playful spirit. One prank of his, from April Fool’s Day, became legendary in our family: he told us he’d hidden a $100 bill somewhere in the house. We searched for hours, only to find a note in the cookie jar that read, “Fooled you! The best treasures are the moments we share.” We all laughed, and Grandpa’s eyes sparkled with delight.
Now, sitting in the lawyer’s office, I couldn’t shake the sadness. Grandpa was gone, and his will was about to be read. I expected that he had left something for everyone, as he was always generous. But what followed shocked us all.
The lawyer cleared his throat and began reading Grandpa’s letter:
“Hello, my dear family! Today, many of you will leave this room very disappointed because you won’t get what you expected. In fact, only one of you will leave here with a smile. For the past two months, I’ve been pretending to be deaf. I heard every word you said about me. Let’s begin with my son, John.”
My Uncle John’s face paled as the lawyer continued, “John, you have always been a dutiful son, but recently, I overheard you complaining about how much of a burden I had become. You said you couldn’t wait for the ‘old man’ to pass so you could get my money. Well, John, you’ll be disappointed to know you won’t be receiving a single penny.”
John’s face turned beet red as he slumped in his chair, visibly embarrassed.
Next, the lawyer turned to my Aunt Susan. “Susan, I heard you on the phone many times, talking about your debts and how you couldn’t wait for me to die so you could pay them off with your inheritance. Well, Susan, you’ll be receiving $1. Hope that helps.”
Susan gasped in disbelief. “This can’t be true! I never said that!” she protested, but the lawyer remained unfazed, continuing, “This is what your father wrote, Susan.”
The tension in the room was unbearable. Everyone shifted nervously, unsure of what revelation would come next.
The lawyer moved on to my cousin, Emily. “Emily, you were always sweet to my face, but behind my back, you made bets on how long I’d live and joked about inheriting my money. Emily, you will receive nothing.”
Emily’s jaw dropped in shock. The room grew thick with disbelief, some family members devastated, others secretly relieved. But the biggest surprise was yet to come.
“And now, to my beloved granddaughter, Jane,” the lawyer read. My heart pounded in my chest as I held my breath. “Jane, you spent hours talking to me, sharing your life, and listening to my stories. You never made me feel like a burden. Your love and kindness were always genuine, and for that, I am leaving you everything: my houses, my business, and all that I own. My deputy, Peter, will help you manage the company until you finish college, after which you’ll take over.”
I was stunned. Grandpa’s company was worth a fortune. I had loved him for the person he was, never for his wealth. As tears welled up in my eyes, the lawyer continued, “Jane, I trust you to run the company with the same love and integrity you always showed me. Make me proud.”
I couldn’t believe it—Grandpa had orchestrated the ultimate test, revealing everyone’s true colors. It was more than just a will reading; it was a lesson about love, greed, and what truly matters in life.
After the will was read, Peter, my grandpa’s trusted deputy, came up to me. “Jane, I had no idea Harold planned this. But I’ll be here to help you with the company whenever you’re ready.”
“Thank you, Peter,” I replied, still trying to process everything. “I’m going to need a lot of help.”
My Uncle John, fuming, muttered, “This is so unfair! I was his son—I deserved more!”
Aunt Susan, still crying, added, “We all deserved more. This is cruel.”
Surprisingly, Emily, who had been silent the entire time, finally spoke up. “Maybe this is what we needed—a wake-up call. Grandpa always knew how to make us see things differently.”
With that, the lawyer packed up his papers, saying, “If anyone has questions, feel free to contact my office. But remember, these were Harold’s final wishes.”
As my family left the office, some grumbling, others lost in thought, Emily approached me with a sad smile. “Jane, Grandpa saw something special in you. He knew you’d handle this with grace.”
“I hope so,” I said quietly. “I just want to make him proud.”
“You will,” Emily reassured me, giving me a hug. “You always have.”
As we walked out into the sunlight, I reflected on Grandpa’s final lesson. His legacy wasn’t just about his fortune—it was about love, integrity, and the lessons he had imparted on us all. True wealth isn’t measured by money but by the relationships we nurture and the respect we give and receive. Grandpa’s clever plan reminded us all of that.
With Grandpa’s memory guiding me, I felt ready to face the challenges ahead. And in that moment, I knew he would always be with me, helping me every step of the way.
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