The Herb Files (part II)

After going to Fenway with my brother and father at yesterday's magnificent 7-5 Red Sox triumphant come back over Toronto I thought I would recount a humorous story about my father since it was back in one of my first post's that I wrote about him and I really could just devote this whole thing to him.


The story takes place about 10 years ago I believe. I should also preface this story by saying that my dad does not swear very much and does not take kindly to his sons or their friends cursing either (or at least back when we lived at home).

So my brother had his friend Kevin over and as was often the case my dad just happened to have a project that he wanted help with (on a side note - I know a lot of parents who do this - are they just saving the projects for when we have friends over since most of the time when you are a friend you have to be polite and helpful when you are at your friend's parent's house?) and not surprisingly it involved some heavy lifting. So they picked up this dresser and after moving it discovered a large pile of mouse feces. To every one's surprise (both the amount of poo and my dad's reaction) my dad proclaimed: "Wholly shit that's a lot of crap!" But Kevin was (is) a wise guy and couldn't hold back and so added: "You know, Mr. Kessel, you could have also said: 'Wholly crap that's a lot of shit!"

Even though I would have been rolling over laughing at this point my dad apparently reacted with stoicism and not even the slightest hint of a smile.