As you could tell from my previous post "
The up's and down's of having Tenants" there is one of out rooms that smell like, to put it lightly, bad. So my mother being how she is grabbed her giant stick of sage, that she has had for just about a thousand years at this point, and started burning it in the room to get rid of the smell. Coincidentally we had served eviction papers just this very morning to a different troublesome tenant (who shall remain nameless to preserve their dignity).
While the tenant walks by watching my mom wave the incense in the room right next to his, he think's that my Mother is putting " a voodoo curse to get him out of the room." his exact words were, "What are you trying to do, I already got the papers, I don't need the voodoo curse to get me out of here."
For those that don't know, my mother is....well.....crazy, absolutely crazy. So she decided to take advantage of this superstition, and starts waving the sage in front of his window to drive him out. she has been doing this for so long that her stick of sage had run down, so she tried to put out the fire on the sick by rubbing it out on the front stairs, upon further inspection she had drawn three X's on the front stairs, and the rope that held the sage together had burnt and broke, so she tied it to the front doorknob.
The tenant walks back to the house and looks twice at the "cursed" stairs. He jumps up the three stairs and then looks at the rope tied to the door. At this point he starts FLIPPING OUT and says "(While on the phone) Im gonna call the cop's, she practicing voodoo to get me out of here, she's harassing me with all this stuff."
Now, my dad is no better he suggests that she buy chicken feet from the store (im gonna go around with pictures telling people not to sell to her.) along with red paint and tie it to his door, and leave some in his room.
I fully expect my mom to go crazy and start eating bats in his room in the middle of the night. like the rest of her crazy Jamaican family.
