Left Waiting

The old "would you mind watching my raccoon for a minute" prank.

Reno Gazette-Journal - Sep 23, 1947

Does Favor For Stranger And, As Usual, Gets Stuck
ROSLYN, N.Y., Sept. 23 (AP)—A stranger in a bar handed Otto Steih, jr. the end of a leash and said, "Hold this a minute pal. I'll be right back."
But the stranger didn't return and that's why the Steih family was wondering what to do today with a raccoon.
     Posted By: Alex - Mon Mar 28, 2016
     Category: Animals | 1940s

Hopefully the left is going to be waiting for a long, long time come November.
Posted by Expat47 in Athens, Greece on 03/28/16 at 10:41 AM
Hmmm .. two coon related posts. I sense some behind the scenes collaboration.
Posted by BrokeDad in Midwest US on 03/28/16 at 03:01 PM
Raccoons are ok as pets, but don't let them into the house. They are fairly curious and will get into everything. Grandma Bragg had one many years ago.
Posted by KDP on 03/28/16 at 04:58 PM
At an auction, there was only one thing I wanted, but I really wanted it. The problem was, it was one of those times when things really, really dragged because no one wanted to be the first to bid on anything. Auctioneer would hold up something, try to $20 for it. No takers. $15. No takers. $10, $5, $3. Nobody made a sound. At $1, someone would raise their hand, and then everybody would jump in, sending the price over $50. This happened again, and again, and again.

When they were finally getting close to selling what I wanted, they brought out a puppy. It was half purebred St. Bernard and half something friendly that came over the fence one night. They tried to open the bidding at $50. Silence. $45. Silence. etc. etc. etc. At $2, I raised my hand just to get the thing started so someone would bid against me, and we could move on to the next item.

That's how I bought a dog.
Posted by Phideaux on 03/28/16 at 05:49 PM
Best dog you ever had, right? My sister has a St. Bernard/Great Pyrenees. They call them a Great Saint and he is a HUGE dog. A big loving baby, but look out he jumps up and down you go.
Posted by Patty in Ohio, USA on 03/29/16 at 08:38 AM
Um . . . no. I bought him on a Friday night. Saturday morning, I called an ad into The Shopper (local throwaway): "Free puppy to good home." for their Monday edition. Sunday night, the phone started ringing (I should have expected that -- a lot of people would swing by their office and pick up a copy as soon as it came off the press). I had him less than 48 hours.

It was for the best. We were a cat household (four) with a small, inadequately-fenced yard. He went to live with another dog and a couple of little girls on an acreage just outside of town.

It wasn't a particularly expensive learning experience (on my way home from the auction, I bought a sack of dog food, a bowl, a collar and leash, and a stack of day-old newspapers (this was before they sold 'training pads')), but it did teach me to never 'help out' an auctioneer again.
Posted by Phideaux on 03/29/16 at 04:37 PM
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