Hick might need to take a day off from his multitude of projects. There is not enough time to adhere to the nightly interaction I call "This Is the Time of Day When We Discuss the Most Recent Thing You've Done Wrong." Hick is getting away with shenanigans, only enduring my stinkeye or heavy sighs in place of a nightly stern talking-to!
Over the past couple days, Hick has been allowed to skate on the following behaviors:
Left the porch light on all day, from 6:15 a.m. to 8:30 p.m., after watering the dogs. Yet he has plenty to say about other lights that get left on. It's not like I even knew, because it was daylight when I was up and around, and the porch light was not observable.
Threw away my Hardee's Tupperware! Put that black plastic bowl right in the wastebasket after finishing some canned pears that had been stored in FRIG II. I had to rescue that bowl myself. It once held a Hardee's Chicken Bowl, and is a great size for storing single servings.
Dipped his chili with a SLOTTED SPOON. Not the dipper I provided. So essentially had beef and beans for supper. No juice.
Flipped the slotted spoon awkwardly across the top of the stove, splattering the juice over four burners.
On the second night of chili, clanged his spoon against the glass bowl several times with each bite, like a chuckwagon cook beating a triangle to call the cowboys to supper.
The most egregious behavior was revealed by Hick himself on Monday evening, before I could read a text from my informant, The Pony.
"I don't know if The Pony told you this or not, but when we got back to his house after buying paint and having lunch... I went in his bathroom. When I flushed it, I saw that the Lowe's bill had fell out of my pocket, and was swirling down the drain! I almost got ahold of it, but it went on down."
"EWW! I'm glad you didn't grab it. Nobody wants THAT! Now what am I supposed to do for keeping a record of the paint?"
"It's on the Lowe's bill. It will show up on the Lowe's credit card."
Still. Not the way I like to handle those expenses.
I'm saving the very most wrong-done incident for another day. It deserves a post all to itself. With pictorial evidence.
I'm always amazed at the things that fall out of pockets into the toilet. Here I've read and heard stories of mobile phones, sunglasses, keys. We need deeper pockets! that's what we need! Because people are too careless to check and leave important things OUT of the bathroom.
ReplyDeleteThe only phone I ever had to replace due to "breakage" was the one that fell out of my shirt pocket and into the toilet! I was texting Genius away at college, and took it in there.
DeleteMy current "broken" phone that I dropped on the driveway after a casino trip with Genius is still working. The cracks sometimes put in letters other than the ones I touch while texting, but otherwise it still works. I've been using it broken for 6 months now. No hurry to learn a new phone!
Maybe I should just avoid communication with Genius!