Seven-Foot Frame, Rats Along His Back… Wait…
My parents are given, as something of a joke, a life-size cardboard cutout of a certain former President of the United States. After having it in the living room for a couple of weeks and thoroughly amusing everyone who sees it, they put it in their basement, where I at least forget about it entirely.
A year or so later, my best friend and I go to the hardware store and pick up salt tablets for my parents’ water softener. We bring them into the garage, which has a secondary entrance to the basement, and I go to open the door and turn on the light. I promptly scream and run out again.
A moment later, my stepfather — whose home office is adjacent to the garage — bursts through his door looking alarmed.
Stepdad: “Are you all right?!”
Me: *Embarrassed* “Yeah…”
Stepdad: “What happened?”
Me: “We got the tablets for your water softener. I went to open the basement door and Donald Trump scared me.”
He cracked up laughing and went back to work. Apparently, the same thing happens every time they have someone come and work on their heating system.