There's never a dull moment in Hick's daily travels. Whether it be a dude shooting off Hick's for-sale taser at his Storage Unit Store, or the police arriving to subdue an irate woman at the pawn shop. Hick leads a selectively charmed life. He can't win on a scratcher ticket, but aside from that, he must have pockets stuffed with four-leaf clovers. Not only does he have me waiting at home (!), he has good luck following him like that cloud of dirt around Charlie Brown's buddy Pigpen.
I got a text from Hick yesterday afternoon at 12:37...
"You won't believe what I just got for free. Casey's was putting new trash cans out. I got all six of their old trash cans."
"Wow! Treasures fall into your lap! Send a picture."
"What are you going to do with them?"
"I don't know yet."
"Are you giving one to HOS? So he has a trash can at the $5000 house?"
"I hadn't thought about it."
At 12:51, a mere 15 minutes later... I got another text from Hick:
"I just called in on the radio and won two tickets for the rodeo this weekend."
"More treasures. Big lap. Maybe something else will fall into it."
Let the record show that last Monday, Hick called in on the radio, and won a flag for Flag Day. A couple years ago, he somehow won 3 Thanksgiving turkeys, from a raffle, a radio call-in, and a method I can't remember.
His Casey's trash cans will be a good addition to the giant Save A Lot sight he used for a wall on the lean-to of his BARn. They were putting up a new sign a few years back, and Hick asked if he could have the old one. Of course they gave it to him. For free.
He might need to build another shed.