I saw a ghost once.

I saw a ghost once.

It was begging for change at the bus stop.

I told it to get a job.

A decade and a half later, it turned down my application for a second mortgage. Then, it flung ectoplasm everywhere and drove off in a Ferrari full of supermodels.

Yesterday, I read in the newspaper that it got busted for fraud, plea bargained down to misdemeanor loitering, and then suffered a fatal, inebriated fall from the roof of its penthouse suite at the Cheveral while celebrating.

Now, when I see a ghost, I just splash 'em with holy water.