Always Room For One More

Always Room For One More, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

I drove down the streets of New Orleans Square in my massive U-Haul, Disney Police in there cartoon cars in hot pursuit of me once again. As I approached my destination, I banked the humongous truck left and skidded sideways to a perfect stop in front of The Haunted Mansion, three sets of tiny hands emerged from locally parked strollers holding up signs all reading '10' so I knew I did a good job. I could here the sirens getting closer as the Disney Police quickly approached. I flew out the door and ran to the back of the U-haul and flung up the door. I grabbed my suit cases and made a run for it. The Disney Police had the gate blocked so I had to climb big scary spiked fence. I chucked my suit case over, scaled the fence, got the back of my pants stuck on a spike, hung upside down and had a wonderful view of my case which broke open and flung clothes all over the bushes below. Luckily I had done laundry before packing and all the underwear were clean. I tried explaining to the Disney Police that the Dead Scary Voice in the Haunted Mansion had told me I could move in, he said "There was always room for one more" but they wouldn't have any of it.

View on Black or I'll move in with you. Don't worry, I did laundry first.

HFF