Step around the poop, if you can

My bro told me a hilarious one tonight that I have to blog about.
Since he is so attached to our parents and lives close to them he will sometimes get a little too enibrated to drive home so he camps out at their abode and sacks out on their couch for the night.
Well around 3am, just when my brother is fucking Pamela Anderson and KD Lang at the same time in his dreams, he suddenly awakes to the sound of my mother trying to quitely "tiptoe" downstairs and raid the fridge- he reports that all he hears for a good long while is the mother ascending down the 20 or so steps of the staircase- one foot at a time, like Frankenstein- CLUNK, (two minutes later), CLUNK, (3 minutes later), CLUNK, (one minute later) CLUNK,CLUNK... Finally, 10 minutes later, she reaches the bottom of the staircase only to flick on a flood of lights that stores use to announce a big sale they are having, this has happened more than once as my bro can tell you the exactly the route she takes and the sounds she makes.
At least she doesnt rip out a big fart in the night.I think. Old people.