A few weeks ago I stumbled upon a Facebook post that would change my life for the better.
How often can you say those words?!
Anyhow, here’s the post. I’ve obscured everyone’s information to protect all interested parties.
In case the text is too small to read (I get it, we’re either getting older or things are getting tinier), the gist of it is that the people in this house have these two skeletons that they leave out all year, dressing them up and posing them in themes for the various holidays. Apparently this is a really popular thing in this neighborhood that I never knew about, mostly because I work from home and don’t often drive over that way.
Anyhow, one of the skeletons was recently stolen, and that’s what this post is about. The sign says “To the skeleton thief– please bring back my friend. I’m lonely.” Apparently someone stole the other skeleton! This got everyone in the neighborhood all incensed, because why can’t we have nice things? These kind people are taking the time to entertain us with their creative skeleton displays, and someone has to go and ruin it like that? Totally wrong and unfair.
This is where I come in. I am not even trying to toot my own horn here, because how often in life do you see a problem for which you alone have the obvious and easy solution?
They needed a skeleton. I own a spooky stuff business. I have skeletons.
This just seemed like a slam dunk to me, so I put one of my skeletons (I sell them right here if you need one) in my car and took it right over to their house. They were not home, so I ended up just leaving the skeleton on their porch. I don’t know why, but I thought it would be funnier if this act of kindness was anonymous, so I left a note to the effect of “Someone on Facebook said your skeleton was stolen, so here is a replacement. Thank you for your creative displays, which brighten so many people’s days.”
I actually don’t think it was that poetic, since I scrawled it on a piece of notebook paper and tied it to the skeleton.
Here it is on their porch.
Can you imagine coming home to this? Luckily they are the kind of people who make skeleton dioramas and have a gargoyle on their doorstep, so I have a feeling they were not phased.
I didn’t leave my contact info (because random act of kindness), but I absolutely STALKED the Facebook group to see if a) they got it, b) they liked it, and c) what they would do with it. I started driving by their house regularly to see if they updated the display.
WEEKS went by, and FINALLY! Signs of life from the skeleton house!
Again, in case you can’t read this, one sign says “Back to School 2024” and the other says “Thank you kind neighbors for my new friend.”
When I tell you I started crying from happiness and joy at this wonderful sight, I am not even exaggerating. My silly spooky stuff business made a difference in this neighborhood! I’m posting their updates over on my Instagram if you want to follow me over there.