Well since I already spent my last post whining about how sick we are and I don't feel like rehashing the tale that is The Night from SHEOL (suffice it to say, the Little Goat not only fell off her changing table but didn't go to sleep until 4 AM!), I think I will resist the urge to cop out with a "Wordless Wednesday" picture post and regale you with a delightfully ridiculous bedtime story Mr. J. heard at work today. It goes a little something like this:
So this coworker of Mr. J.'s, when she was a girl, lived in this big old house (this would've been about 50 years ago) with an attic that had attic access through her bedroom (a door with steps). With surprisingly regularity she heard noises. Her parents repeatedly reassured her saying "Don't worry! It's just rats!"
However, this one night, she heard quite the hullaballoo in the attic so her Dad came running upstairs with a baseball bat. He climbed up into the attic and minutes later came out, dragging behind him
A HOBO.
Yes, true. A bona fide hobo. Living in their attic!!
So then another of Mr. J.'s coworkers asked her if she was scared of sleeping in her room ever again and she said "What? Why? It was just a hobo."
Just.
A.
Hobo.
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8 comments:
Music Man thinks that perhaps "hobo" was their word for cat, or something.
This story made me laugh out loud.
Well there WAS The Littlest Hobo. Classic Canadian Television....I actually miss that show although I'm sure I'd find it remarkably cheesy now.
Must've been one of those cute, clown-like hobos with patchwork clothes and a stick with a hankie for his luggage.
umm, I think they show the Littlest Hobo on CBC really early Saturday morning. Like maybe 6:30 or 7:00.
An attic hobo! That's creepy.
Littlest Hobo has not aged well. We watched it recently and it was pretty funny...
I don't know what's worse - that they didn't have a problem with a hobo living upstairs, or rats...
Just a hobo......LOL! That is hilarious! That would freak me out.
I don't even know WHAT to say! I'M terrified now! Just a hobo?! That's like saying there was a clown living in the attic. It's just freaky. And don't even get me started on the fact that the stairs led down into her room. *shudder* ...can't help but think the worst of what COULD HAVE happened.
PS - That does sound like a night from Sheol! I'm sorry it was so rotten. Things can be SO difficult sometimes with little ones.
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