Nobody knew that the painter had a prosthetic leg on, at least not until it fell off of him…while he was standing on the ladder.
Fortunately the fearless five-year-old boy had no problem picking up the false leg and returning it to his owner. Who was that fearless five-year-old? Well, that boy was me.
Of course if I saw it happen now I would still be willing to hop up and grab it, but I won’t lie and say that I wouldn’t laugh. I hope that I wouldn’t laugh, but I can’t guarantee it. I know, it is not very nice but it is kind of funny.
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I guess it’s a genetic pre-disposition…
;o)>
Richmond,
Woohoo! I now have three non relatives who think that I am a good guy. OTOH, that could ruin my rep.
Mark,
Please, you’re more like Stan the Banker than Satan.
I’d laugh. Then I’d make him pay me to give it back…
I’m not Jack. I’m more like Satan.
Hey, I have a reputation to protect…
You’re a good guy, Jack.