Some Days, I Think I've Soured on My Sweetie

Last week when I drove dirty, dirty T-Hoe over to the Freight Container Garage, I confronted Hick about an item he had found in one of his ill-gotten storage units. He'd sent me a picture of it. Gloating perhaps. Bragging for sure. So here now, I reveal, the slight of enormous proportions that Hick engineered, consciously, or unconsciously.

But first...let's establish a few facts. This is the time of year that leads up to Valentine's Day. And also to Val's birthday. Just so you know. Those two major holidays loom on the horizon. You might think that perhaps my Sweet Baboo might be making plans for a gift for his special gal. The same one who came up with the $1100 in cash for him to buy the privilege of cleaning out 18 storage units. You might think. Then again, we're talking about Hick. So you might not.

Anyhoo...I had just recently received that picture of abandoned storage unit swag, and that thorn in my side had me wanting to pick a bone with Hick.

"I got that picture you sent me."

"Yeah. Isn't it nice?"

"How do you know it's real?"

"There's a certificate with it that says it's real. I'm gonna ask my buddy at the auction what it's worth."

"So you never thought...before you sent me that picture...'Huh. This might be a good present for Val's birthday, or maybe Valentine's Day. I could surprise her with it. She'll have no idea."

"No. I know you don't like jewelry and stuff."

"Well, I don't really like three-dollar change purses, either. But Sno-Caps are pretty delicious."

I guess maybe I can't fault Hick for knowing what I like and what I don't like. YES I CAN! But the truth is, I'm not really one to wear jewelry. I guess I'm lucky that he didn't think about giving me THIS:

I'll be okay with two boxes of Sno-Caps for a gift. Really.