The Tartare Sauce Fairy
From time to time I spend a few days with my old man, who's getting on but is generally fit and healthy. Apart, sometimes, from his mind.

I went round one evening and my Dad appeared to be a bit freaked out.

"You'll never believe this... I couldn't find the tartare sauce anywhere on Tuesday, but today there's a new jar in the fridge! There's something really odd going on, blah blah supernatural this, paranormal that, etc."

Here's what actually happened: I made myself fish and chips one evening and used the last of the tartare sauce from the fridge. Two days later I went shopping, bought a new jar, and put it in his fridge. Simple. And I explained this to him, but he wasn't having any of it: a supernatural tartare sauce replacement service is, after all, more logical than me going to the shops.

Daft old bugger.
( MisterPunch did it that way on, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 12:44, 2 replies)

I want a ghost like that!
I could leave it a list, save me going to Asda.
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 3 Jul 2008, 13:55, closed)

It's like
the Sock Monster. Or the Hairband Goblin. And sometime the Single Earring Pixie.

They're there to confuse us and make life that little more more frustrating.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 14:34, closed)