Saturday, May 1, 2010

The risk of census-ing

This one is quick and dirty. I didn't make it up, it was relayed to me by a couple of different people ( all common friends) and it only got funnier each time I heard it. I hope you enjoy it:

There is a woman with a child who has special needs. Although he can stay home alone (at the age of 17 or so), his mental faculties prevent him from functioning at full tilt.

SO

She went to work and never thought twice.

He called her at work with a simple message:

"I put the troll in the closet."

She played along. "All right Honey. That's a good place if it bothers you."

A while later she received another call and although this was unusual, she dismissed their conversation.

"Mom, the troll is thirsty."

"Well, I'll be sure and take care of it when I get home Sweetie."

The third call however, made her pause.

"Mom, the troll is hungry."

She mentioned this to a couple of coworkers who advised her to run home "just in case".

She pulled up the drive and walked in. The first thing she saw was the coat closet. It had been propped closed with a dining room chair.

"What's this?"

"The troll"

She unblocked the door and was mortified for inside was a midget. Her son had trapped a midget. Apparently, the small statured gentleman was working for the census and the young man never having seen a midget became frightened, wrestled him to the ground and stuffed him in the closet. During the struggle, the worker's cellie dropped from his pocket and so he was unable to call for help.

She quickly helped the man up and out of his prison to make him more comfortable (and to explain). He did not press charges.

I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.
I imagine our young man just picking that poor lil census worker right up under his arm and tossing him in there with the ole "Heave HO!" OR did he see him coming up the walk and sneak around to surprise him? OHhhh the giggling and pointing.....I feel comfortable doing that since no one was hurt.

Pardon me for brevity...giggly tears are blurring my vision.
Happy weekend.