The "Outhouse" Mr Graul on the loose in Misc. Thoughts opinions, the whole trash can.

For those that have read my previous entries, I have stated that Mr. Graul spared no expense for practical jokes. Was good for him. He could not take one, I digress and will add that as well.

My mother rented a space from Mr Graul. It was a good size space, four chairs, two shampoo bowls, and 8 dryers, angled along a wall. There was a reception area, couch, rug , upholstered chair, etc . There was an area that the shop supplies and the employes could eat lunch. There was a community bathroom as well. My mother and the barber next door maintained. It was mostly on my mothers part.

* side note: For those who read "Tales of the Jointed Track" , the barber, also worked for the Union Pacific out of Denver as a switchman. Omar did his switching duties and then cut hair. Later after he sold the shop, and after I went railroading, he bid on the road jobs. I met Omar several times at UP's 36th Street yard, while delivering train 434 to the UP... Who would have ever thought that up? !!! Us dumb ol rails. *

Later on towards the back, my mother was able to put 2 more rented chairs in. I digress again.. I ramble. sorry.

I cannot remember the exact date, but it had to be within the 1968-1970 era.

My mother closed the shop on a Saturday, about 500-600 PM. The norm, come home, get cleaned up and go out to dinner. Like they did back then.

LATE NIGHT SATURDAY .. ALL DAY SUNDAY HOMER DAY, HANDY MAN/BUILDER:

Mr Graul hired Homer, to work the weekend. I am sure he paid handsomely, for labor and materials. Mr Graul, used his keys to get into the shop. There was nothing to steal, and the cash register was emptied and the cash drawer left open.

Mr Day over a 36 hour period, built a fully functional out house in that reception area. Wooden toilet seat. Really...he did!! It had the crescent door, Nude women tacked to the walls. A Sears catalog for toilet paper. All in this area, with the chairs and the couch, the table..LOL. All neat, swept up, and ready for MONDAY!!!!

Monday morning:

My mother came to the shop. She came in from the back by the greenhouses. Opened up, lights on, making coffee, getting ready for the first 800 am customer. She still hasn't gone up to the front of the salon. Lights are on and going, and she walks to the front. Yeah buddy, here is the Outhouse in the reception area. She is again mortified, and knows where this came from. She was livid, and went into the florist shop and literally reamed Mr Graul. Ahh yes, just what he wanted.

For a couple of days, that was in prominent display. It was quite a discussion.
Mrs Graul found out, and RUT ROH...she came in to see it. She got red, flushed, and stormed over to the florist shop. I was told she really reamed him as well. And ya get on the wrong side of Mrs Graul, well all the sweetness and light, became a Southwest Tornado, and get out of the way.

Mr Graul paid to have it dismantled. What happened to it.. I never knew.