THE
BUM'S CURSE
I was walking
out of a bar late one night after few screwdrivers. As I walked out a
smelly bum walked up to me.
He held out the
fore finger of his long unwashed hand at me and said something I
couldn't understand with his smelly wine breath mouth. He then made
some kind of a sign in the air with his finger.
"I've just
placed a curse on you." He told me. I tell you the cheap wine
made his mouth smell like the inside of an old outhouse. "Give
me a dollar and I will take the curse off of you."
I gave him a
dollar. I liked his act. It was better than those liars who claim
that they needed the money for food and at lease he was walking. I
can't stand those guys who just sit there with their hands out. I
then walked away from him.
I was halfway
down the block when 'it' appeared to me.
It was a seven
foot tall cat standing on it's hind legs. It wasn't a cat really.
That's just what it kind of looked like to me. It had it's paw out
ready to smack me over the head.
The bum then
appeared again. He ran up to the cat and then he yelled something at
the 'cat' and it ran away into the darkness.
"Sorry."
Said the bum shame faced. "I mixed up a few of the words when I
took the curse off of you." He then walked off into the night.
I've never seen him around here again.
Sometimes I
wonder if I just dreamed it after one too many drinks.
That's why when
I go drinking now a days I always tell the bartenders that I want a
screwdriver... But hold the vodka.
THE
END.
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2017 by Teel- Please do not re post or re print without permission.
