Monday evening, Hick and I were watching the finale of Extracted. It's a reality survivor show that we've followed since January. It was in the last 10 minutes, just ready to reveal the winner, when Hick's phone rang. He answered. It was one of his harem from the senior apartments.
"You know that table that was in the upstairs hall? Well, I just thought you should know, it's gone. Somebody took it."
"Yeah. I know. I have it."
"Oh. I thought you'd want to know that it was missing."
"It's fine. I have the table. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
That was pretty quick for getting one of his harem off the phone. After we finished our show, Hick said:
"At least it only took her 12 hours to notice that the table was gone, heh, heh."
"What did she expect you to do, rush over there tonight with a magnifying glass and look for fingerprints? Go door to door and search all the apartments?"
"I don't know what she expected. You never know with them gals."
Maybe Hick can organize his harem into a "neighborhood" watch group, one on each floor.
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