Hick has been do-gooding again. He really needs to start up a medical taxi service. Thursday, he went to the Halfway City to pick up our across-the-road neighbor, the Dog Groomer's husband, at the hospital after a medical procedure. DG took him there, but had made some appointments during the time he needed to recover and come home. She's about as good as Hick at KEEPING plans, which is as good as Seinfeld's airport rent-a-car service is at KEEPING reservations.
Anyhoo... Hick was also a clandestine do-gooder on election day. He had been to town, but came home to pick me up and head out farther into the middle of nowhere to vote. As we got to the mailboxes, I saw a Creacher walking toward a parked minivan. He was perhaps early 20s, wearing jeans and carrying a red t-shirt.
"Oh, great. What's THIS one up to?"
"Huh. That's the guy I gave a ride to earlier this morning."
"WHAT? Why would you give him a ride?"
"I took him all the way out on the back blacktop road, the way I used to go to work. He has a flat tire. The Dog Groomer called me, and said she had stopped to ask what he was doing, and that he needed something to get a lug nut off. I stopped to look at it, and came to the BARn to get my socket set. All that did was ruin my [socket turner thingy, my mind wandered], which is no big deal, I can find another one pretty cheap."
"So you drove him home?"
"No. He said he had a friend up there who could help him. I dropped him off. He was headed towards their garage. I guess nobody was home, or they couldn't help him."
"He looks like he needs to take a swim in the creek. It's HOT."
"Yeah. Oh, well. He has a phone."
"Mine doesn't work down here."
"He could have been calling on his walk back. It's about 3 miles."
"On the blacktop?"
"No. He cut through on the road by HOS's (Hick's Oldest Son) old place. That's how I drove him out. He said he cuts through here every day."
"WHAT? I hope you gave him a lecture about this being a PRIVATE ROAD that we maintain! And that he shouldn't be cutting through."
"Nah. I didn't tell him."
Oh my gosh! If Hick's not WITH US, he's AGAINST US! I can't believe he didn't mention to the guy that he's trespassing every day.
Anyhoo... when we came back from voting, the minivan was gone.
"I guess he called someone to tow his van."
"I told him he could drive on the rim to get it up to his buddy's house. It's mostly on gravel anyway. I don't know how he's gonna get that lug nut off. It's an oddball size."
Even the do-gooder has his limit, I guess.
Driving along your road always brings a surprise. Someday you will find a bag of pennies.ReplyDelete
I found 16 pennies scattered across the road by the mailboxes one day! No bag, just loose.Delete
But you have to give Hick E for effort; he tried!ReplyDelete
I can introduce my fence hopper to your back roads wanderer.
Maybe your fence-hopper could show him a shortcut! Or he could give her a ride in his flat-tire van, so she wouldn't need a shortcut.Delete
Hick is a people-person, always willing to help. This afternoon, he rode 20 miles there and 20 miles back with Back-Creek Neighbor Nick, to look at a house with acreage that Nick is thinking of buying.
Sounds like you got a good guy there. I hope he's careful of who be gives rides to, though. The world is getting wilder and more wooly all the time, even in rural areas. For instance, he came upon a trespassing young man who was, at some point, wearing jeans and carrying, (NOT wearing!), a red shirt. Carrying a red shirt. What's all that about? Is that a regular thing around the Creach? And of course, there was that instance of the headless body in a nearby septic tank, so one can't be too careful.ReplyDelete
Anyway, your hubby sounds like a good guy, doing clandestine good works and being a good friend and neighbor to all.
Can he cook, too? 😻
Hick is a good BBQ chef. I don't recommend his fried bacon. He first adds OIL to the pan!Delete
We see guys walking while carrying their shirts quite often, between here and town. So it's a thing. I guess the actual problem with the tire made Hick less leery of this guy.
Oddball lug nuts. Just one of many reasons I will never own a car.ReplyDelete
Cars are very needy. SilverRedO just demanded two new tires.Delete