Sunday, September 12, 2010

Another Conversation I Wish Had Not Happened, or; Why I'm Glad We Have A Shower In The Basement


He: Mildred Gunther* called; she's got a critter in her backyard she wants me to come get (explanatory note: our elderly neighbors frequently call on the spousal unit for this service since he has a state trapping license).

Me: What kind of critter?

He: She doesn't know, it's curled up in a ball.

Thirty-five minutes later, the phone rings.

He: Meet me at the gate with a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt, wouldja?

7 comments:

nancyc20 said...

ewwwwwwwwwwwwww! Phewwwwwwwwwwww! But funny....

Shay said...

The guys who pick up our garbage are in for a treat on Monday.

Joyce said...

2 words: tomato juice

Packrat said...

Lots and lots of tomato juice and burn his smelly clothes. Poor all of you!

Anonymous said...

Now that is the kind of neighbor we all need. A Superman! Ok, a Smelly Man to the Rescue! Bet the dogs left the Spousal alone that night!

Shay said...

Dogs, hell. *I* slept in the spare bedroom last night!

Packrat said...

LOL!!!