No trip to Backroads is routine. Like an escaped prisoner on the lam, you never know what obstacles you might encounter. Hick sent me a picture on Monday.
"Someone dumped these in middle of road by bridge. I picked them up for sidewalk."
This is the area by the low water bridge with the signs proclaiming: NO PARKING and NO DUMPING. They're like magnets for parkers and dumpers! Anyhoo...I told Hick that maybe somebody had the bricks loaded in the back of their truck, tailgate down, and when they started up the hill, the bricks slid out. Hick was not having it.
"They had 'em on a blanket! Pulled them out right there, on purpose! I went around them on my way to town, but on the way back, I stopped to get them! I can finish building my brick sidewalk now, out to the carport. Sad thing is, I would have spent a nickel apiece for them bricks."
Sadder for Hick than for the would-be brickillionaire, I think.
Anyhoo...Hick put the picture on his Facebook, complaining, I think, to our local denizens about the state of people dumping. The Bad Hay-Baling Lawyer's Wife replied. "I'll take those bricks!" Heh, heh. The Master Scrounger beat her to them. That's Hick's payment, I suppose, for picking them up out of the road.
The hardest part about this scenario for Val was choosing a title. Other considerations:
Follow the Chucked-Out-Brick Road
Built Like a Brick Hick-House
I couldn't top any of those titles. Thought maybe "I Get A Brick Out Of You," but naw, yours are way better.ReplyDelete
My favorite would be "Follow the Chucked-Out-Brick Road."
That is a perfectly acceptable title! You are working your way up through the ranks to a master titlist. Heh, heh...Delete
That driver was a chucker. At least he didn't toss out JFK's golf clubs.
I am still laughing, built like a brick hick house. You are too much. My sister wanted to put bricks around all her flower beds and was going to buy them and I told her no. Just walk up and down the alleys and pull them out of trash heaps. She thought I was nuts, but as it turned out we did the entire huge parsonage with different bricks, didn't spend a penny.ReplyDelete
One man's bricks are another gal's flower bed!Delete
I would have picked them up, too! One man's trash being another man's treasure!ReplyDelete
You are a good recycler, much craftier than Hick. Though I DO like his brick sidewalk. Not sure when he's starting the annex.Delete
Ha! Hick never misses opportunities.ReplyDelete
Hick is a junk magnet. On that same road, when the boys were young, he almost threw us through the windshield, slamming on the brakes to pick up a linchpin from the pavement. Thank goodness we always belted our kids!Delete
Always belt up, it makes it harder for the aliens to suck you out of your car.Delete
Heh, heh! That would have been a good reason for me to give the boys, when they wanted to open the sunroof!Delete
I like the last one.ReplyDelete
I find it appropriate on several levels. Let the record show that Hick has built himself two outhouses over the years, but none of them out of brick.Delete
Woo-Hoo! free bricks! Now you'll be able to follow the not-yellow brick road to the carport and not get muddy shoes in wet weather.ReplyDelete
I know! Aren't you jealous?Delete
Actually, I don't get muddy now, because the brick sidewalk peters out to gravel. The bricks get very slippery in the rain. I'm pretty sure Hick is just expanding his efforts to kill me...
Hick is discovering the treasures come to him. That's a new path to follow.ReplyDelete
Just what Hick needs: MORE treasures!Delete