Val Gets Petty With It

Hick went to the annual dinner at our credit union on Saturday evening. It wasn't actually AT the credit union itself. They had it catered elsewhere. I used to go, but I don't like crowds much. The old venue had us crammed in like sardines, sitting on folding chairs, with buffet tables set up to serve yourself. The thought of that lately is not something I would want to subject myself to. We used to have a good time with my sister and her husband the ex-mayor. The Pony even went a couple years.

Anyhoo... since the credit union stopped sending out quarterly statements in favor of online accounts, we do not get the newsletter promoting this dinner. Hick would go anyway, for the free meal, you know, and socializing. But even more importantly, attendees can get a 1 percent bump-up in interest on a CD if they bring the program from that evening into the office within four months. That can be a lot of money if you have a sizeable CD.

Anyhoo... Hick went to the dinner, even though we didn't know the menu, since it wasn't on the website. Which I had checked to see if they were open Good Friday, to deposit The Pony's house payment, and saw that it was too late to RSVP for the dinner. Hick said, "They'll let me eat. I'm going anyway. They're not going to turn me away!" Thankfully, when he took The Pony's checks on Monday, he said he'd like to go, and they put his name down for the dinner.

Saturday evening, I got a call from Hick.

"I'm leaving now. I have the program to use for the interest. I'm bringing you some pulled pork and brisket."

"Ooh! That'll be good!"

Hick came in the kitchen door and opened up the container to show me. YUM! I immediately thought of how this would make three meals for me, once I made some sides to go with it. And a meal for Hick on Sunday night. He already had plans to go to a special dinner at the senior center on Monday evening.

Doesn't that look good? Pulled pork and brisket. Smoked, no sauce. Here's another view of the same container:

"That's good. You can have some for your supper tomorrow night. Instead of bacon sandwiches from the leftover bacon.

"I'm taking it in my lunch."

"What? You're not taking that for HOS, are you?"

[HOS (Hick's Oldest Son) has been working in one of Hick's auxiliary storage units, selling Hick's stuff for a percentage of the sale. Hick picks him up on the way, and takes lunch for him as well. It's usually Hot Pockets and chips, but I've been making ham and cheese sandwiches for them with the Easter ham. I don't begrudge HOS a sandwich. It's as easy to make two sandwiches as one.

I DO, however begrudge HOS and Hick this bounty (that Hick said he was bringing home for ME) to eat for their working lunch. Hick is such a carnivore. I could imagine this bounty disappearing before my very eyes.]

"Yeah. I take him lunch."

"When you called, you said you were bringing it to ME."

"Val. There's way more than plenty for everyone."

I beg to differ. Hick has been caught with a towering bowl of vegetable beef soup, with an entire shredded arm roast, a few assorted vegetables, and no "juice." I do not trust him with a container of smoked meats!

Yes. I'm being petty. Don't say you're bringing me food, and then say you're taking it for two lunches! It would have been fine if he'd said, "I'm bringing home meat for lunch for me and HOS, and you can have some." Then I know its purpose, and am happy to get a taste. 

Anyhoo... Hick set the container on the cutting block. I said I'd get some out for my supper, and put it away. What I did was take half the meat for me, and left half in the container for Hick.

"Okay! I've got mine in a different container. I took half, and left you half."

That's fair enough, right? Hick brought it for me, and I only took half! How generous I am! 

Anyhoo... Sunday morning, I heard Hick in the kitchen, filling his bag with lunch to take to his SUS2.5. I figured he was just taking the container, and probably putting some bread into baggies, or taking the rest of a loaf. I had set out mini bags of chips for each of them. Hick had already taken a bag of cookies that I'd bought him for home snacks.

Imagine my surprise when I opened FRIG II later, and saw Hick's container of meat still there. I asked him when he got home.

"Why didn't you take that meat for you and HOS?"

"Oh, I just decided I'd take the Hot Pockets."

Yeah. So he could have all that meat himself for supper. Which he did. With four slices of bread. Meanwhile, I had eaten a slice of the brisket on Saturday night, and made super nachos with some pulled pork on Sunday night. And will cut up the brisket and use the remaining pulled pork on nachos for Monday night.

What's good for the gander is better for the goose.