No Rest For the Hick-ed

I've tried to decree suggest that Hick is spreading himself too thin. I was not a proponent of his newest job, at the Senior Center Apartments. I figure his four days of working on Bargain House, and three days at his SUS2.5 (Storage Unit Store 2.5), along with his evenings at the auction a couple nights a week, are enough activity. Hick barely has time to ignore problems that arise with our hillbilly mansion and T-Hoe!

Sunday around noon, I got a text from Hick at his SUS2.5.

"I have to go to the Apartments lady called toilet tank not filling up. Then I think I'll come on home and watch rest of big race. Nothing going on here at shop"

Let the record show that is the actual text. No editing from Val.

The big race was the Indianapolis 500. Hick is more of a NASCAR fan, but many years ago, before I met him, he went to the actual Indy 500. He had really good seats, at the finish line. I asked how he managed that, and he said they sent off for ticket really early. That they cost $125 each, way back then. It's a good memory for him.

Anyhoo... Hick went to check on the old lady's toilet, and she said, "Oh, it works now." The Pony and I were discussing it while making plans for our BBQ the next day. We both thought it was probably that flapper thing not closing. Maybe a kink in the chain connected to the flush lever. Well. That's how much WE know about toilets! It was a bad flush valve, according to Hick. Probably due to mineral deposits from the hard water around here. At least he knows what is wrong, and can fix it.

Hick came home and enjoyed the rest of the Indy 500. He was quite upset that the race he REALLY wanted to see, later in the evening, was not carried by any networks. It was streaming only. The NASCAR 600, he called it, although it seems to be named the Coca Cola 600, in Charlotte N.C.

Oh, well. There will be other NASCAR races that Hick can watch. If he's not too busy with his hand in a toilet.