ok, I’ve had to leave out names to protect the innocent (this is a public blog, after all…)

But a new family moved into my friend’s neighborhood and they have officially been dubbed by me and her as “the loom people.” The loom people were eating a meal at someone (mr. and mrs. giving)’s house and they mentioned that they didn’t have a crib for their baby (What? hellllooo? no crib?) Anyway, these people were really nice and offered to lend Mr. and Mrs. Loom a crib for the loom baby.

Mr. Giving brings them the crib a few weeks ago, on one of the rare HOT days this summer. The looms live on a 4th floor walk-up. Mr. Giving got hot and sweaty because Mr. Loom had hurt his back (boo hoo) and didn’t help with the six trips. When he was done delivering the crib to their apartment with no air-conditioning, he asked for a paper towel. No can do, Mr. Giving. We don’t have any paper towel. Napkin? nope. Anything to wipe his face? Eureka! I’ve got something, says Mr. Loom. and it’s 3 squares of toilet paper! Mr. Giving, after shredding the toilet paper, asks for a towel. He begins to wipe his face and starts sniffing. What is that? Can it possibly be? It’s poo! The looms apparantly use their towels to wipe their behinds and then give them to unknowing guests.

I bet that’s the last we will hear from Mr. Giving. He’s now changing his name to Mr. Selfish. He’s not going down that road again. fool me once, shame on me….fool me twice…well, you know the rest.