Hick is up to his old tricks again. No. He hasn't scammed any food items I've been saving for myself, or left onions on the kitchen counter, or infected me with his latest virus as he sprays it through his breather while rooting his arm under my pea-princess-mattress-stack of pillows. He has not even brought home a box of Auction Meat.
But he DID get a bargain.
Last night around 6:15, he called downstairs to The Pony. "Pony! Come help me with something."
"All right." It was spoken with the intonation of Carrie May in the movie The House Bunny. If you haven't seen that gem, and are a fan of comedy in general, or Anna Faris, Colin Hanks, Emma Stone, or Kat Dennings specifically...I suggest you give it a whirl.
"Just a minute. How long will it take? I'm watching Survivor at 7:00."
"Not long. About 15 minutes. We're just going up the way. I need you to help me get a shower." He was not talking about assistance with bathing.
As promised, several short minutes later The Pony returned. I've trained him well, my little thoroughbred. He immediately trotted into my dark basement lair brandishing his phone. "I knew you'd want a picture, but this is the best I could do. I couldn't get far enough away to get the whole thing."
Yeah. That's a FREE shower. FREE! It doesn't matter that we are not in need of a free shower. We had to have it. Because it's FREE, by cracky! I suppose it could go in the BARn. With retirement looming over the two-year horizon, it will be good for Hick to have a place that is self-sustaining.
I am more entranced with the phone photo The Pony took while standing on the tailgate of Hick's truck. Do you see it? That can be a picture of a white shower enclosure rammed up against Hick's truck toolbox. Or it can be a fancy-schmancy metal cooler with a black bottom sitting in a free shower enclosure! Like a lady in a fancy plumed hat, or an old crone. Like a vase, or two faces.
One thing's for sure. Right now we can't use the truck. Or that free shower.