Every red-blooded Italian American knows.
It's practically common knowledge.
I mean, honestly, how does everyone not know this perfectly logical, perfectly valid technique for the sale of a home?
It's simple. You get a statue of St. Joseph.
You bury it,
facing the street,
on your front lawn.
So, shortly after H and I put our apartment on the market, we went home to New Jersey for a first holy communion and naturally, the topic came up.
Them: Lots of luck on the sale of your home, sweetheart. … Did ya bury a St. Joseph statue?
Them: Upside down, facing the street, on your front lawn?
Me: No. We don't have a front lawn. It's an apartment.
Them: So get a plant!
Me: Oh. Ok.
But, we can't have plants in our place because Magoo, our cat, eats the leaves and then throws up. Cat vomit on the floor during a showing does not, I'm pretty sure, help you sell your home.
So, H and I, in our infinite ingenuity and wisdom, did the creative thing.
We bought a St. Joseph statue and
facing the street,
in a box of litter.
Fresh Step. Scented and scoopable with odor shield protection.
Yes, H is Jewish and I'm Italian and Roman Catholic so here we are with a mezuzah in the doorway and a St. Joseph statue buried upside down, facing the street, in a box of cat litter.
What can I say, we honor and respect all religions.
And, it worked.
In the spirit of Roses, thank you St. Joseph for wiggling your toes and selling our home. We have a special place for you in our new abode in L.A. Oh yeah, St. Joseph is going Hollywood. Look out.
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