Mystery of the hula girl...Solved!

Quick post before I head up to work.

At one of our wedding showers (a couple's one), it was Hawaiian themed for our Honeymoon. We were given these two figurines- a hula girl and a hula boy (is that what you would call a boy dressed for a luau?!). Any-who, we took them home and placed them on our makeshift 'bar'. Since moving in, almost every time I walk into the dining room where the bar is, I notice that the hula girl is facing the wall.  After about a week of doing this, I got the impression Trey was messing around with me.

He came home from work that night, and I immediately told him that I was, "on to your little game, I know what you've been doing!" Confused, he asks me what the heck I'm talking about. I tell him about the hula girl, and (still looking extremely confused) he denies, denies, denies.

For the next week, same thing, hula girl always seems to be facing the wrong way. I keep accusing him, and of course he denies. Finally, I'm starting to wonder if there is something much more sinister...is our apartment haunted?!

Fast forward to 3 months later. Still constantly adjusting the hula girl to face the right way. I'd come to terms with the idea(s) that either 1) my husband is insanely persistent and very good at lying, or 2) there is a ghost in our apartment with a strange sense of humor. I was sitting at our wobbly, dumpster found kitchen table (long story, for another day), when a train went by like they do a million times a day. For those of you who haven't been to our apartment, the railroad tracks are literally a block away. I hear a strange shaking sound, and look up.

And there it is.

We are so close to the train tracks that every time a train goes by, it shakes our apartment thus shaking the bar, and the hula girl in returns wobbles to face the wrong direction. I wouldn't have believed it had I not seen it with my own eyes. Upon closer examination, I discover the hula girl's legs aren't the same length, so with the right amount of shaking, she wobbles to face the wall.

Trey comes home and I grab his arm and drag him over to the bar, eager as a kid on freaking Christmas morning. I shake the bar so he can see this for himself. We're both hysterical. All he can manage to say between a combination of laughing so hard that we're both crying and gasping for air is, "It would have been so funny if I really had been the one doing it all this time! You would have been so mad! Too bad the train thought of it before I did!"

Case closed!