HUSTLE IN THE HOUSE – Marilyn Armstrong

FOWC with Fandango — Hustle

I used to be the Entertainment Queen of my crowd. It was more than 40 years ago, but I was the hostess with the mostest. I fed the hungry, housed the homeless, cheered up the downhearted. I rescued cats, dogs, and lost people. No living creature was ever turned away.

It got crowded.



Life — in my own home — became one long hustle. It was like running a party that never ends. Anyone could show up. Anytime.

One day, I realized I didn’t want to do it anymore. I wanted privacy. I didn’t want to clean up the mess or cook gigantic meals. I was tired of spending all my money on other people. The crowd that assembled nightly in my living room weren’t necessarily friends, either.

Home had become a facility. A place to crash. Where there was always music, food, something to smoke and probably a good conversation and a sofa.

So I started locking my front door and asked people to call before showing up. About half the crowd never came back … and I never missed them. Others drifted off in the course of time. The rest are still friends.

Where friends … and guests … are concerned, quality is not necessarily quantity. These days? Fewer are more fun.

now – THE joke

A very poor man goes to his Rabbi complaining his house is too small and he can’t stand it anymore. “What should I do?” he asks.

“Get a big dog,” advises the Rabbi.

Puzzled, the man buys a sheepdog and brings him home. The house is even more crowded, and the man returns to the Rabbi. “It’s worse,” he moans.

The Rabbi nods his understanding. “Get a goat. He can be friends with the dog. Oh, and get a cat too.”

Even more confused, the mad does as instructed. The house is unbearable. He returns to the Rabbi. “Please, Rebbe, it’s horrible at home. The dog, the cat, the goat … and it smells really bad.”

“I think you need a lamb,” says the Rabbi. “And a calf.”

DogsSlayThe BeastieDutiful to the end, the man gets a lamb and brings it home. The noise alone is deafening. There’s hair everywhere and the place stinks. Finally, he goes back to the Rabbi, now desperate for relief.

“Rabbi, OY VAY, IT’S TERRIBLE. The animals go all over the house and they chase each other. We have no peace, no privacy.”

“Get rid of all those animals,” orders the Rabbi. The man heaves a sigh of relief and the next week returns to see the Rabbi.

“Rebbe, it’s wonderful! We have so much room. The house is clean again. Life is wonderful!

No more hustle. Peace reigns.

Categories: #animals, #FOWC, Daily Prompt, Fandango's One Word Challenge, Humor, Marilyn Armstrong

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9 replies

  1. Sounded as if there was a surfeit of hangers-on and fair-weather folk.
    Only the true and dependable stick with you.


  2. I used to really, really like having people coming to us. We did have GREAT gatherings but we never were a place of endless partying. But we were spontaneous, which is great, because it puts no pressure on the hosts. We ate what was in the flat, nothing was complicated, and one day we met a couple we liked a lot and we decided, we ‘really must meet’ soon. The other guy suggested to have a picnic at our place, they would come by 1pm. It was pouring with rain. Come 1pm, they rang the bell and trotted in as follows: Clad in mountain hiking gear, heavy rucksack, filled to the gills with foodstuff and wine, a picnic rug rolled up, their dog under an arm…. we gathered on the floor, on our oriental rug, pulled out the picnic plaid, arranged all the food and ate and drank right there, in our living room, on the floor. One of our best picnics ever!


  3. LOVE that joke! lmao totally how it is too isn’ it it?


  4. Good story Marilyn. I think of Joni Mitchel and her song “you don’t know what you have till it’s gone”.

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  5. Wise man, that Rabbi! Your hustle period of time sounds like it would have been fun to attend, BUT also expensive and exhausting. You inadvertently put your finger on what I find missing in my own life though. I had a very very short period of time (and a lot less people were involved) where I could say I felt fulfilled by my own hustling. I never did have any time for hangers on and free loaders though. The hat was always passed around and folks shared in the expense. Maybe that’s why there were so few that made up those times. Your generosity no doubt did more for you, than my penny pinching did for me. 😉


  6. Quite a lesson in your story.


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