Story 92 A Nail Or A Fly?
An old gentleman whose eyesight
was failing came to stay in a hotel room with a bottle of wine in each hand. On the wall there was a fly which he took for a nail
So the moment he hung them on, the bottles fell broken and the wine spilt
all over the floor.
When a waitress
discovered what had happened, she showed deep sympathy
for him and decided to do him a favour.
So the next morning when he was out taking a walk in the roof garden, she hammered
a nail exactly
where the fly had stayed.
Now the old man entered his room. The smell of the spilt wine reminded
him of the accident.
When he looked up at the wall, he found the fly was there again! He walked to it carefully and slapped
it with all his strength
On hearing a loud cry, the kindhearted
waitress rushed in. To her great surprise, the poor old man was there sitting on the floor, his teeth clenched
and his right hand bleeding
In the next day morning, was there a fly on the wall?
A. No. It was a nail which the waitress hammered on the wall.
B. Yes. The old man slapped it.