When the Brighthouse guy came on Friday, I was sitting on the couch (waiting for him). So, before he even opened the van door, I had the front door opened. He was just getting out (he had one foot on the driveway) when he stopped and stared, then slowly put his foot back in the van.
"Hey," he called to me, "you got some kind of weird animal in your front garden!"
I said, "Huh?"
He said, "Yeah! I don't know if its a raccoon or a possum, but I think it must be rapid. It's not running away!"
So, I stepped onto the porch and looked where he was pointing. I shouldn't have (I couldn't help it), but I laughed.
I said, "No, that's just a wire pig, stuffed with moss so the ivy can grow on it!"
Shamefaced,he got out of the van...
Joke as you will, but you cannot really blame the gent.
ReplyDeleteWe in the 'burbs swap stories about those rabid mossy pigs roaming wild in Redford. Scary.
A weird animal in a weird town, that ivy swine.
Actually, we have a secret breeding program here, in preparation for the coming day when we loose them all on the northern suburbs!
ReplyDeleteYou have been warned!
Look, I know you're lonely but please don't breed with ivy pigs, man.
ReplyDelete"Don't critize what ya can't understand..."
ReplyDeleteRe: "its the German in me" ... All hail zee Über-schwein!
ReplyDeleteThat's what she said!
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