Last week, Hick was getting the groceries out of T-Hoe's rear, while I sat in the driver's seat, waiting to close the hatch and then the garage door. I was talking to him while he picked up the bags.
"Is that a new tree that fell down? Or just the other one that I'm noticing from a different angle? Step back and take a look at it."
"Yes. It's settling. We might end up having those people come who put foam under it."
What in the NOT-HEAVEN???
So... it was the same tree, just settling. But why would we want to put foam under it? What's wrong with a fallen tree settling to the ground in the woods? We're not going to walk under it. A more anticipated response might have been, "I'll let one of my buddies come cut it up for the wood."
Hick looked in at me as he walked past the passenger door. Must have noticed my confusion.
"What?"
"That's not at all what I was talking about! I'll tell you inside."
I realized Hick had been fixated on the concrete of the garage floor and the carport. There's a little bump there now on my side of the garage. About a 2-inch "step" down to the outside carport as I back out of the garage. Sometimes going in, the tires stop, and I have to gas it to get over the hump, and immediately brake so as not to crash through the front wall.
When I explained this miscommunication in the kitchen, Hick stepped outside to look at that tree. Yes, it was a NEW old tree that had fallen down in the past couple of days. Not the smaller fallen tree that is directly behind the house. He voiced no plan to do anything to it.
Asking Hick a question is like opening a box of chocolates...
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