We had a little storm pass though Backroads on Friday and Saturday. Lots and lots and lots of rain, making the main low-water bridge impassable, and soaking the ground so that Hick had to WALK a prospective customer to his Freight Container Garage. No driving in the BARn field in this mess, unless it's with a tractor.
The Prospective Customer met Hick at the Storage Unit Store on Saturday, and followed him out here to look at the Steamer Trunk. I guess she was a cash buyer! Not pot. They both parked on the gravel road, and walked down. Anyhoo...I'm starting to wonder if that steamer trunk is full of gold doubloons. Hick told her that if she wanted it, he could use the tractor to load it in SilverRedO, and have it waiting up at the storage units on Sunday. As far as I know, she did not reply back to him.
Anyhoo...Hick had to leave his Storage Unit Store around 9:30 Sunday morning. I know that, because he sent me a text asking
"Are you up yet"
"What are you, the sleep police?"
"No. I was just telling you Tommy needed a ride to work if you saw me"
We won't get into how that might be interpreted. Was I supposed to tell Hick, if I saw him, that Tommy needed a ride? More likely, Hick was providing an alibi in advance, in case I saw him driving past home when he was supposed to be at the Storage Unit Store.
I didn't get the full story until later. Tommy had called Hick to ask for a ride to work. He said he had called people he works with, but they couldn't pick him up. Now that he has a steady job, at a produce distributor, where he is trusted to run a forklift, and load potatoes and stuff, he never misses. Except the three days he was in the hospital, when work called Hick, as Tommy's contact, saying they were worried because he hadn't showed up.
Anyhoo...I was afraid something was wrong with the $900 car we gave Tommy to get him on his feet. But no. That car has been surprisingly dependable for the past two years. Quite a bang for our buck. No, the problem was a TREE that fell across Tommy's driveway. Hick said he had plans to go back later with his chainsaw, cut it in half, and shove both parts to the side. Turns out it was bigger than he thought, and he couldn't cut it. But he DID get the driveway cleared with the tractor.
Coming home, I saw Hick down at our littlest low water bridge, shoving piles of mud and dead leaves and broken branches off the edge. Another tractor guy had cleared out the creek bed the day before our rains. And still, all this detritus washed in from upstream.
Good for Hick and Red-Tractor Man. It's not like any of the other denizens of our enclave are going to do anything but gripe.