House (Not) For Sale
There is a house in my neighbourhood with a 'for sale' sign on the lawn. It is a Royal LePage realty sign. It is white, and it's in plain view, right out front. But don't bother calling to inquire about this house. The agent will think you're crazy.
Because, this house is not for sale.
This is one of those rare nomadic 'for sale' signs that can't find a permanent home. It travels from house to house, sneaking across lawns in the middle of the night. Each morning I drive to work I discover this sign planted in front of a different house. There have been 4, to date.
It hangs around one lawn for a few days, until it becomes bored. Then It invites a few teenaged friends over at night, and they all settle down with some tasty alcoholic beverages.
I don't really know why, or how this sign is making the rounds. I can only assume that rowdy University students with a really lame sense of humour are the ones behind this little game. A game that resulted in a tragedy.
Horace Ng awoke one morning to find that his house had been sold during the night, without his knowledge. Since he was fast asleep, he didn't even get to counteroffer the original offer of 50 cents. "Now what am I going to do?" cried the stale Horace. "I don't have enough money to buy pretzels!"
Pretzel vendors everywhere were furious, but were unavailable for comment.