Sunday, October 31, 2010

Scarey Mr. Garbageman

The stories you are about to read are true. The names have not been changed, but maybe they should have been. When I was a child, I was deathly afraid of the garbageman. Ok, you can stop laughing now. If I was playing outside and would hear the far off sound of that crunching, munching machine, I would drop what I was doing and run into the house. As I look back, maybe it was the truck, and not the man, I was afraid of. As a child, I spent a lot of time at the Chavez's house. The Chavez's were more family than friends. Their kids ranged in age from older than my mom, to the same age as my younger brother. I loved to spend time at their house and practically worshiped Bobby and Barbara, the twins that were five years older than me. One day, the three of us were playing outside and you guessed it, the distant sound of the garbage truck was in the air. I ran inside the house to one of the back bedrooms. Suddenly I hear Barbara screaming, she was yelling that the garbage man had her! I bravely ran out the front door nearly taking the screen off it's hinges in the process. I continued down the street as fast as my little legs would carry me, after the big white munching truck, yelling, "Let her go, let her go!" The twins come after me laughing their heads off. They had been hiding behind the couch, while I was running to their rescue. They treated me just like a younger sister. They could torment me to no end, but had my back if somebody else was picking on me. Well, with the exception of this one time. We were trick or treating a few houses down the block from their house. After innocently knocking on the door and saying, "Trick or treat?", a full-fledged scary witch appeared before us. Of course, I was the closest to the door, and therefore, the witch. As soon as I started backing up, she grabbed my arm and started pulling me into the house. While she was pulling on my arm, B and B were pushing me from behind. I started screaming and threw my bag of candy in the air. My mom, who was standing nearby, came running. She told me later that anytime she sees candy corn, she is reminded of this incident, because there was candy all over the witch's doorstep by the time I calmed down. The witch felt really bad and tried to replace the dropped candy, but I wasn't having it.  I eventually forgave Bobby and Barbara, and went back to worshiping them. I once was electrocuted with these two, but I've rambled on much too long. Let me know if you want to hear that story. It's very shocking!

5 comments:

  1. Hi This looks grrrreat..I just tried to email you a reply but you do not have email set up on your blogger profile..if you set one up then people can reply to your comments...any way here is my reply...
    Hi There..Thanks so much...cant wait to see more of your creations too...Ive been blogging for years but just started this new one because my other personal blog got deleted...thank God I had my old posts saved..!..Here to big bold and vibrant...Wooo Hooo..!

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  2. Hey I just saw your gorgeous polymer creations on the sidebar...one day Ill show you the one I mad..I want to make maore but there is just so much to do and so little time...Bwhahahahahah..!

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  3. This is so funny since of course you are laughing along with us. I think you need to trick Bobby and Barbara somehow, lord knows they seem to deserve it!

    XOXO

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  4. Your story brings back memories of Halloween several years back. A friend and I were handing out candy. Two young boys knocked on the door. The older one was about 5, the younger around 2 or 3. Young enough for this to be his first round at Trick or Treat. My friend was scary enough, and was the one answering the door. But, to add to that, we were giving out eye ball candy to the kids old enough for it not to choke them, and finger puppet goblins to the little ones. The younger brother took one look at my friend (This is where it makes perfect sense that, if you leave out the "r", the word becomes fiend.) and started screaming his head off. My friend stepped away and I came forward with the treats and not looking scary. He calmed down a bit. But, one look at the eye ball his big brother got and it was all over for good. I handed his big brother the finger puppets for the little guy, apologized to their parents, who were standing behind them, and closed the door. There was just no saving the situation. I've always wondered if we scarred the poor kid for life, and if he ever went Trick or Treating again. Though, I can't help but laugh over it. Thanks for your memory, and for bringing back mine.

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  5. Hi Cindy.......Very Cute Story.....Thanks for the wonderful time in Nipomo and Ray says thanks for all the lovelies....He put the picture up in the Kitchen right away.......You were such good therapy....everytime I see us painting Pumpkins...I just smile and Laugh...They were so very cute...you should post a picture. Hugs Vickie

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