This happened about a month ago just outside of Cocodrie, a little town in the bayou country of Louisiana, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real.
This out-of-state traveler was on the side of the road, hitchhiking on a real dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by.
It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghostlike in the rain. It slowly and silently crept toward him and stopped.
Wanting a ride real bad the guy jumped in the car and closed the door; only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel, and no sound of an engine to be heard over the rain. Again the car crept slowly forward and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running.
The guy saw that the car was approaching a sharp curve and, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and begging for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and in the bayou and he would surely drown! But just before the curve a shadowy figure appeared at the driver's window and a hand reached in and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Then, just as silently, the hand disappeared through the window and the hitchhiker was alone again!
Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran to town.
Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two shots of whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural experience.
A silence enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth (and not just some drunk).
About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to the other......."Look Boudreaux, ders dat idiot that rode in our car when we wuz pushin' it in the rain."
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In the words of the great Doc Holliday, "I'll be your huckleberry"
Mass had ended on Easter morning in a little community in south Louisiana, and just outside the church, Monsignor Arseno (pr. "Arceneaux") overheard two parishoners:
Tibido (pr. "Thibodeaux"): Hey Boodrow! How y'all are dis fine Easter mawnin'?
Boodrow (pr. "Boudreaux"): Mais, we fine, an' y'all?
Tibido: We fine too. How y'all's Lent it was?
Boodrow: Shee-aww! Man, we had a tough time.
Tibido: Fo' true? What y'all gave up?
Boodrow: Huggin' an' kissin' and (winks) all dat.
Tibido: Dat musta been hard t'do fo' foty days an' foty nights, no?
Boodrow: Waal, we didden make it no how.
Tibido: Oh, no...
Boodrow: Yah, I saw Marie ben' down to pick up a bag a' rice, an' her skirt lif' up a little, an' dat was all she wrote. We skip dat huggin' an' kissin' and went to all dat (winks) right dare on de flo!
Tibido: Poo-yi-YI! Warn't y'all 'fraid of gettin' excamunicated?!
Boodrow: Excamunicated?
Tibido: Yah, you know, t'rown out de church.
Boodrow: Waal, I doan know 'bout gettin' t'rown out de church, but it dam sure get you t'rown out da grocery!
Tibido (pr. "Thibodeaux"): Hey Boodrow! How y'all are dis fine Easter mawnin'?
Boodrow (pr. "Boudreaux"): Mais, we fine, an' y'all?
Tibido: We fine too. How y'all's Lent it was?
Boodrow: Shee-aww! Man, we had a tough time.
Tibido: Fo' true? What y'all gave up?
Boodrow: Huggin' an' kissin' and (winks) all dat.
Tibido: Dat musta been hard t'do fo' foty days an' foty nights, no?
Boodrow: Waal, we didden make it no how.
Tibido: Oh, no...
Boodrow: Yah, I saw Marie ben' down to pick up a bag a' rice, an' her skirt lif' up a little, an' dat was all she wrote. We skip dat huggin' an' kissin' and went to all dat (winks) right dare on de flo!
Tibido: Poo-yi-YI! Warn't y'all 'fraid of gettin' excamunicated?!
Boodrow: Excamunicated?
Tibido: Yah, you know, t'rown out de church.
Boodrow: Waal, I doan know 'bout gettin' t'rown out de church, but it dam sure get you t'rown out da grocery!
Boudreaux, a Cajun highlander from Rapides Parish in central Louisiana, was an older, single gentleman, who was born and raised a Baptist, living in South Louisiana. Each Friday night after work, he would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a venison steak.
Now, all of Boudreaux's neighbors were Catholi c... And since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating meat on Fridays. The strong delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their priest. The priest came to visit Boudreaux, and suggested that Boudreaux convert to Catholicism. After several classes and much study, Boudreaux attended Mass and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, "You were born a Baptist and raised a Baptist, but now you are Catholic."
Boudreaux's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived, and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the neighborhood. The priest was called immediately by the neighbors and, as he rushed into Boudreaux's yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped in amazement and watched.
There stood Boudreaux, clutching a small bottle of water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat, and chanted: "You wuz born a deer, and you wuz raised a deer, but now you a catfish."
Now, all of Boudreaux's neighbors were Catholi c... And since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating meat on Fridays. The strong delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their priest. The priest came to visit Boudreaux, and suggested that Boudreaux convert to Catholicism. After several classes and much study, Boudreaux attended Mass and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, "You were born a Baptist and raised a Baptist, but now you are Catholic."
Boudreaux's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived, and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the neighborhood. The priest was called immediately by the neighbors and, as he rushed into Boudreaux's yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped in amazement and watched.
There stood Boudreaux, clutching a small bottle of water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat, and chanted: "You wuz born a deer, and you wuz raised a deer, but now you a catfish."
Well suddenly while fishing Boudreaux died. Marie send his obituary into the newspaper. It said Boudreaux died yesterday while fishing. Well the newspaper people called her and said you can put a little more in the paper. You have 10 lines. So the next day the obituary appeared in the paper: Boudreaux died while fishing yesterday. Boat For Sale.