We had a neighbor; I think his name was Job.
It wasn’t really, but it should have been because he had the
patience of the original Job.
He was a very nice, quiet, unassuming gentleman. Kind and understanding.
He was always doing something around his house.
Some project or other.
And BigBrother used to like to ‘help’.
Job seemed to enjoy BigBrother’s visits and assistance.
One day BigBrother thought he’d help Job by painting his car.
With a brush.
And red house
paint.
He had gotten one whole side done before anyone noticed.
Job brought him home and explained the situation (to my
parents chagrin) but said, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll just have it washed and
simonized.”
My mother said for all the years Job had that car you could
still see hints of BigBrother’s handiwork, and she cringed every time she saw
it!
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| How could anyone be mad at that adorable face? |
What a cue little divel said in my best Irish brogue
ReplyDeleteAnd in English that word is cute. Damn iPad and sausage fingers
ReplyDeleteCute yes, but you can certainly see the Mischief in him....hope he behaves these days! lol.
ReplyDeleteWow, that is a big uhoh! Your brother was very lucky he was such a good sport about it. Today your parents would probably be sued and also checked out by social services for letting him get into house paint! Your big brother is sounding a lot like my husband when he was young. Waiting to here just what else he got up to.
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