THERE'S A WITCH IN MY BED!
What a glorious Thursday morning it is outside! I hate Thursdays. They are the slow moving stepping stone to Fridays. Getting through Thursday is like a turtle trying to race through peanut butter. (Stole that saying from an email from Miss Sara this morning). This might be long, because I am stuck in a slow work mode and am quite bored.
Anyway, something very absurd happened to me on Tuesday. Jay and I went to eat at Broadway's Deli for dinner. (If you happen to know the area, the little restaurant is in a shopping strip with a few other restaurants, a frame store, and a salon. Across the street there is a Michaels and many other larger stores.) Well, when we came out of the restaurant, I noticed something in the bed of my truck. There was a witch! One that talks and her eyes light up and everything. Now, if I was a Halloween lover, I would be excited to see this strange free item I was graced with. It looked as if it had been layed ever-so-gently into the bed, was not in the slightest dirty, and still had the tag on. Right away I figured it was compliments of my crazy in-laws who are constantly dropping dollar store type gifts at my house. I had Jay call them up and they had no clue about the thing. Of course, that started rantings about how it got there, who it was from, and all sorts of annoying questions we couldn't answer. Very unlike my parents to invade my personal space, let alone give a gift without expecting some sort of appreciation, I decided to give them a jingle to be sure. As expected, they had no clue what I was talking about, nor did they really care. I thought back to where I had been: to work, and home. Not much to work with. It could have been left a few days ago and I didn't notice it, but I had moved some hay last weekend, and there was still a pile of hay blowing around in the corners of the bed. There were no grass pieces stuck to the thing, either.
So, here's what we conjured up as a story: There was a little old lady who was decorating for the upcoming Trick-or-treaters and decided to go to Michaels to buy some decorations. Since she is older, she decided against taping streamers and lacing cobwebs in the windows and settled on the $19.99 three foot witch that cackled when someone approached the door. Very satisfied with her purchase she was walking back to her car when - BAM!- she decided she also needed a shower cap to protect her newly made and sprayed bun in the bath this evening. So, figuring she could walk for some exercise, she walked to the salon across the street. By the time she had dodged the cars and strange teenagers wearing spiked collars, she was exhausted. The witch was getting very heavy and she saw my truck and decided she would just leave it in the bed for a minute while she ran in to the store to grab a cap. While in the store, she got sidetracked and decided to get a makeover with the expensive make-up that she dreams about. When midway through the application of the rose eyeshadow, Jay and I had finished our meal, jumped in the truck and drove home. When she came out of the salon, she knew something was missing but couldn't remember what. She pulled out her wallet and saw the receipt for the witch she had bought not only an hour before. Knowing that she was jipped and the store didn't give her the merchandise she had payed for, she went back to Michaels and demanded another witch. The staff was very busy, so they didn't remember if she had forgotten it at the register or not. They gladly supplied the old lady with another Halloween witch.
Of course, I could think that someone put it in my truck by mistake, or worse yet - they stole it and was trying to loose the evidence. So, I decided my dreamed up story was better. I think the thing is still in the bed of my truck! Now, how many people do you can say they had a witch in their bed and didn't know it?
Anyway, something very absurd happened to me on Tuesday. Jay and I went to eat at Broadway's Deli for dinner. (If you happen to know the area, the little restaurant is in a shopping strip with a few other restaurants, a frame store, and a salon. Across the street there is a Michaels and many other larger stores.) Well, when we came out of the restaurant, I noticed something in the bed of my truck. There was a witch! One that talks and her eyes light up and everything. Now, if I was a Halloween lover, I would be excited to see this strange free item I was graced with. It looked as if it had been layed ever-so-gently into the bed, was not in the slightest dirty, and still had the tag on. Right away I figured it was compliments of my crazy in-laws who are constantly dropping dollar store type gifts at my house. I had Jay call them up and they had no clue about the thing. Of course, that started rantings about how it got there, who it was from, and all sorts of annoying questions we couldn't answer. Very unlike my parents to invade my personal space, let alone give a gift without expecting some sort of appreciation, I decided to give them a jingle to be sure. As expected, they had no clue what I was talking about, nor did they really care. I thought back to where I had been: to work, and home. Not much to work with. It could have been left a few days ago and I didn't notice it, but I had moved some hay last weekend, and there was still a pile of hay blowing around in the corners of the bed. There were no grass pieces stuck to the thing, either.
So, here's what we conjured up as a story: There was a little old lady who was decorating for the upcoming Trick-or-treaters and decided to go to Michaels to buy some decorations. Since she is older, she decided against taping streamers and lacing cobwebs in the windows and settled on the $19.99 three foot witch that cackled when someone approached the door. Very satisfied with her purchase she was walking back to her car when - BAM!- she decided she also needed a shower cap to protect her newly made and sprayed bun in the bath this evening. So, figuring she could walk for some exercise, she walked to the salon across the street. By the time she had dodged the cars and strange teenagers wearing spiked collars, she was exhausted. The witch was getting very heavy and she saw my truck and decided she would just leave it in the bed for a minute while she ran in to the store to grab a cap. While in the store, she got sidetracked and decided to get a makeover with the expensive make-up that she dreams about. When midway through the application of the rose eyeshadow, Jay and I had finished our meal, jumped in the truck and drove home. When she came out of the salon, she knew something was missing but couldn't remember what. She pulled out her wallet and saw the receipt for the witch she had bought not only an hour before. Knowing that she was jipped and the store didn't give her the merchandise she had payed for, she went back to Michaels and demanded another witch. The staff was very busy, so they didn't remember if she had forgotten it at the register or not. They gladly supplied the old lady with another Halloween witch.
Of course, I could think that someone put it in my truck by mistake, or worse yet - they stole it and was trying to loose the evidence. So, I decided my dreamed up story was better. I think the thing is still in the bed of my truck! Now, how many people do you can say they had a witch in their bed and didn't know it?
posted by Nic at 10:22 AM
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