Homeless humor kept me alive

For 2 1/2 years, homeless humor was almost the ONLY thing that kept me going at times. Do you know what homeless people find most difficult? Worrying about food? Shelter? Weather?

Uh, duh! But worst of all is boredom. Sometimes you do get lucky. Once I stumbled onto an old trash dump, where I found a beautiful antique blue flask I have to this day.

My husband asked me to help him write for The Ghost Post, and to tell The Fishing Story. I will, I promise. But first I'd like to put in a plug for Historic Glasshouse . If you need an appraisal, or just love antique glass, they're the best.

Okay. The Fishing Story. This happened while I was living out of a 3-man dome tent, long before I met my husband. I'm a little tiny thing, athletic but only five feet tall. At that time, I probably weighed about ninety pounds.

Along came Ranger Rick. He saw me sitting beside a stream with a fishing pole.

"Could I see your fishing license?" He asked, all serious and proper.

"Oh, I don't have a license," I admitted, "but let me show you what's on the line."

I reeled in. There was no hook. Instead, the line was tied to a sealed plastic baggie, with little rocks in it to hold it down in the water. Also in the bag was a note that read:

HELLO FISHIES! I'M NOT HERE TO HOOK YOU OR HURT YOU! I JUST WANTED TO SAY HI!

He laughed so hard I thought he might hurt himself. Homeless humor strikes again. He was really a very nice man who immediately realized I was just entertaining myself.

In fact, he actually asked my PERMISSION to tell the story to other Rangers. He didn't need to do that, of course, but it made me happy that he did.

More stories to come in The Ghost Post Humor E-zine! If YOU (or a loved one) have been homeless and have a bit of homeless humor you'd like to share, please email us. Can you top mine?

I do like the homeless humor by Mark Parisi; check him out!

Thanks for dropping by, and please do come back soon.

Pam