When I was going to school in Auburn, I lived in a broken down house trailer. How broken down? Well, one night the couch fell through the floor. When I graduated, I swapped the house for a cheeseburger, and got the better end of the deal. One night, I was sitting at the table grading papers with my foot sitting on the floor heating vent. Something licked the bottom of my foot. I yelled a few words I'm pretty sure Mama didn't think I knew, jerked my foot back and grabbed a flashlight. Sitting at the bottom of the vent shaft was a baby possum, calm as could be, wondering where the tasty, salty thing had gone.
I worked for a couple of years in a trailer park. We often got trailers back when people would up and move out in the dead of night. One time a guy died, and his brother found him a day later. The guy was a cat lover. He fed all the cats that lived wild in the neighborhood. I had to clean the place up to try and sell it. I set off a bunch of bug bombs, on separate days, to kill some of the fleas. Then when I started to clean it out, found a hole in the floor, right down to the ground. Cats were coming in and out, via that hole. I wore a tyvek suit, and could see the fleas jumping on my white suit legs. There are some things that you never will forget, but don't dare share with your wife. She would never let me in the house again, if I told her about that place.
Looks like a great place to eat, just avoid the "Buttigieg Hot Dog", served with chocolate sauce..
ReplyDeleteWhen I was going to school in Auburn, I lived in a broken down house trailer. How broken down? Well, one night the couch fell through the floor. When I graduated, I swapped the house for a cheeseburger, and got the better end of the deal. One night, I was sitting at the table grading papers with my foot sitting on the floor heating vent. Something licked the bottom of my foot. I yelled a few words I'm pretty sure Mama didn't think I knew, jerked my foot back and grabbed a flashlight. Sitting at the bottom of the vent shaft was a baby possum, calm as could be, wondering where the tasty, salty thing had gone.
ReplyDeleteExcellent story!
DeleteI worked for a couple of years in a trailer park. We often got trailers back when people would up and move out in the dead of night. One time a guy died, and his brother found him a day later. The guy was a cat lover. He fed all the cats that lived wild in the neighborhood.
DeleteI had to clean the place up to try and sell it. I set off a bunch of bug bombs, on separate days, to kill some of the fleas. Then when I started to clean it out, found a hole in the floor, right down to the ground. Cats were coming in and out, via that hole. I wore a tyvek suit, and could see the fleas jumping on my white suit legs.
There are some things that you never will forget, but don't dare share with your wife. She would never let me in the house again, if I told her about that place.
Opossum's in your pocket....
ReplyDeletepossums....keeping the rats and snakes at bay.
ReplyDeleteKenny, you'da shit yourself!
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