On Monday, Hick asked The Pony to
help him move something out of his truck and into the BARn. Not so much asked,
as commanded, while The Pony was out in his Ford Ranger driving Hick around to
look for special Coke bottles for his collection. Of course that did not sit
well with The Pony, who is not the kind to defy his parental units in the
manner of Genius. With The Pony, it’s more of a heavy sigh, and an “Okay.” Like
all the air has gone out of him. Like he’s a deflated innertube, floating down
Sad Sack Creek. Which does not sit well with Hick, who expects all minions in
his sphere of influence to joyfully proclaim their excitement at the prospect
of helping him.
I saw the aftermath as they walked
from the BARn field, where the Ford Ranger now resides, having been evicted
from its sweet spot out by the garage, for the new carport to cover Hick’s
current auto (my mom’s Chevy TrailBlazer) and his precious 1980 Olds Toronado
under a cover, having been removed from the freight container because the
plastic dome light started to grow mold. The Pony, walking behind, had a look on his face as if the impending apopadopalyspe Hick speaks of was on his heels. He is a
gentle soul, upset by conflict. Hick is the sort, like Genius, who does not
withhold his opinions.
Because he is a testy creature (heh,
heh, I said testy), Hick stormed off
with the comment that he didn’t need The Pony’s help right now. That it would
be a while. After an hour, with two unanswered texts, I sent The Pony to see if
Hick was ready yet. “Just in case he did it himself, and severed an artery or
something.”
Hick DID do it himself. No severed
artery. Just a bad case of pout-itis.
When he decided he wasn’t pouting
anymore, and came back to the house, I asked Hick what it was he needed help
with.
“A window that I bought at the
auction.”
“A
window so big that you needed help getting it out of the truck?”
“It’s a big window. It’s probably
worth a hundred and fifty dollars. And I got it for three dollars!”
“What
are you going to do with a window?”
“Nothing special. I build a lot of
stuff. I’m sure I can use it in something.”
We’re gonna need a special shed for
the window.
I'm sure Hick can build one!!
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm sure he WILL build one.
DeleteHow many hundreds of dollars will he have to spend to display that $3 window?
ReplyDeleteDon't forget about accessories to fill the new building!
DeleteI don't get it, but I know in this case Mrs C. would be in complete agreement with Hick.
ReplyDeleteHuh. One of the few people who would be in complete agreement with Hick! You'd better keep a close eye on Mrs. C, in case she starts buying goats at the livestock auction, and craving hot dogs and soup without juice.
DeleteIt does look like a fine window.
ReplyDeleteAs windows go, I suppose. Meaning that yes, you can see through it. And it appears to have the capability of opening...
DeleteJust one more window on your world, Val.
ReplyDeleteHeh, heh. A scary place, isn't it?
DeleteAs long as he doesn't try to make it a skylight.no
ReplyDeleteNO! I hope he never gets THAT idea!
DeleteI saw a shed on Pinterest built entirely of windows. Maybe this is the first window of a new shed .... a window shed.
ReplyDeleteOh NO! I think Hick looks at Pinterest!
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