Pride goes before a fall

Two days ago, I got into contact with a High Society Lady called Lavie de Beaumont. We got to talking, and found ourselves talking about houses and the places we lived. She told me about her mansion, and how lovely and large it was, and how she loved that nobody of her friends had a bigger house than her, and nobody had a larger serving staff, than she did.

I replied to her that I had two houses, a smaller outside retreat, next to my slightly larger manor, called Maison Valois. Which had a guitar shaped pool, I added. A look of disbelief came my way, and the Lady Beaumont said that it couldn't be true. It couldn't be so that anyone had a bigger home than she did, and especially not with a guitar shaped pool. I assured her that I was telling the truth.

She decided I could not be telling the truth, and said she would bet me her house was bigger than mine, and that I did not have a guitar shaped pool. So I challenged her. "Very well," I said, "for how much do you want to bet that your house is bigger than mine." She laughed heartily and smiled. "Well, if your house is bigger than mine, I will pay you 40 thousand dollars. But, if my house is bigger than yours, you will serve me as my maid for one year." Knowing the type of High Society Lady she was, I almost certainly knew her bark was worse than her bite.

Once outside I called my driver, and we went off to see her place first, which was a very lovely home, and certainly a house you'd expect from a High Society Lady. From there we went to my place, which was on the other side of town. We passed a few large houses, and she looked worried at a few of them. When the car slowed down, she started smiling. She looked at the window and saw a small building across a gated wall.

"Haha, my house is way bigger than that," the High Society Lady laughed."You are going to lose the bet! You will serve me as my maid!" I smiled and told her to wait a bit longer. "Sorry to disappoint you. That is indeed mine, but it is my garage. My house is actually a bit further on the estate. We drove a bit further and came to the gate of the walled estate, where the High Society Lady finally saw Maison Valois, my house. She started blushing. "I have to admit your house is indeed bigger than mine."

But she wasn't defeated just yet. "But you said you had a guitar shaped pool as well, certainly you can't have that as well." I invited the lady to come in, and have a drink with me on my back porch. I lead her through the house and towards the back where we sat down on the garden sofas. Next to my Guitar shaped swimming pool, with a Grand Piano floatie in it. "Well, now you see, I have a Guitar shaped pool, and you owe me 40 thousand dollars."