That Hick. He's such a thoughtful, protective husband. WAIT! I really am going somewhere with this. Hick is always looking out for me. Like Friday morning.
I was peacefully snoozing at the Not-Heavenish hour of 7:15 a.m., which is the middle of the night for me. Dead asleep. The phone jolted me awake, heart racing. It took a couple rings to orient myself to where I was, at home, not in my dream world. The phone speaker announced: "Call from... Hick Thevictorian."
"I wanted to be the first to tell you. I was in Casey's, and this woman came in and handed the guy $50. She said, 'I always tip 10 percent on my big lottery winners.' She won $5,000 on that green $10 ticket."
"I buy that ticket! I was going to Casey's today! But now I'm not!"
"Well. I just thought I'd tell you."
Because it couldn't wait until later in the day. He knows I go to town around 2:00 or later. But he sure thought I needed to hear it at 7:30 a.m.
My own personal doom-crier, looking out for my scratcher bankroll...