Sunday, 4 December 2011

A doorbell? What a novel concept...

The doorbell rang. I know, I know. But it’s been a while since I had a doorbell story, and I’ve been sadder for it. Probably a coincidence, but still, let’s take no chances. Happiness in 3...
2...
1...
Ding!
            I opened the door. Outside, a postman with a large package. By that, I mean he was holding an item of some sort, wrapped in brown paper. This isn’t a porn script, probably because it features no sex. The postman smiled sadly, clearly going through the motions and not enjoying his job.
            “Morning sir,” he said. “Package for you.”
            I smiled politely, confirmed I lived in my house and signed for the package. And normally, that would have been the end of the affair. By that, of course, I mean event, rather than romantic affair. For you see, I have some standards,[1] and the man in front of me was rather hairy. In fact, it was because of this I asked the following:
            “You look familiar. Did you go to Dingwall Academy?”
            “No.” He replied.
            “Are you Bigfoot then?”
            He shook his head from side to side, then answered slowly, ashamed.
            “Yes.”
I smiled kindly and invited him in for tea. He was very polite, like that Tiger I had round for tea last week, but less homophobic, and he fell asleep very quickly when I drugged him. Confident the mythical beast was sound asleep, I shaved off his hair.
            I don’t like a hairy man.




[1] Not really.

4 comments:

Doug Stephens said...

Why would he be ashamed of having big feet? I'm confused.

B said...

This made me laugh so damn hard.

+followed.

Holly said...

You know what's worse than a hairy man? A prickly man that used to have hair and has been shaved.

Don said...

Cute!! What did you do with the hair when you were done? ;)

Don
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