Don't Spare the Rod, Spoil the Hick

Hick bought himself a new gewgaw at the storage units. From one of his buddies. He couldn't wait to tell me about it. Even got up out of the La-Z-Boy, paraded in front of me in his tighty-whities (sorry, no photo), and fetched it from the bedroom.

I could not tell what it was. First of all, it was enclosed in a tiny ziploc bag that I could not get open. Secondly, even with my glasses, I couldn't see the details. Hick demanded that I hand it back to him. How his sausage fingers got that baggie open is a mystery to me. When he gave it back to me, explaining what it was, I was impressed.

Do you recognize it? I'll admit that my picture posed on a couch pillow does it no favors. It's a TIE CLIP! Yes, it's used. And Hick rarely wears a tie. He plans to put it in his keepsake case behind the La-Z-Boy. The one he keeps LOCKED, that I can't get into.

Here are some more pictures of the details. It has a little loose chain as the fishing line.

That's the reel.

That's the fish.

That's the pole.

Hick said he paid his buddy $5 for this tie clip. He went on to say,

"He had another one that was a TRAP! Like you use to trap an animal. Like the jaws that snap. And it really worked! He wanted $6 for that. It was neat."

"So you were too cheap to buy that one?"

"No. He already had sold it to another guy. I'd like to have had it."

At least it won't need its own themed shed. We already have The Fishing Lair over on Shackytown Boulevard, should the locked case be full to the gills.