If you hear of Val's demise by slashed wrist, please keep in mind that I'm pretty sure Hick is trying to kill me, and that my hard-headedness will not allow me to assist him.
Wednesday evening, I prepared Hick's supper of a taco salad to eat with Scoops. I served it in Chinese Tupperware. Layers of hamburger with taco seasoning, refried beans, shredded cheddar, shredded cabbage (half the price of shredded lettuce!), salsa, diced onions, and sour cream.
Because Hicks eats supper earlier, I set aside the remainder of the can of refried beans to use later for my own meal. I rinsed the spoons for the salsa and sour cream, and laid them across the lid of Hick's Chinese Tupperware, along with the lid I had can-opened from the refried beans.
Little did I know that Hick wouldn't eat the whole thing in one night. He came back to the kitchen later to get the lid and put his leftovers in FRIG II for the next night.
"There's your container lid beside the sink. You'll have to take the stuff off of it."
Well. That sneaky Hick turned murderous right before my eyes! Not even trying to hide it now! He took the jagged-edged metal lid I had removed from the can of refried beans, and DROPPED IT IN THE WASTBASKET!
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Throwing away the lid. There's no reason for you to be saving that!"
"I'm not SAVING IT, you doofus! I'm waiting until the can is empty so I can put it in there and NOT CUT OFF MY HAND if I have to reach in the trash! Even if it doesn't kill me, it will cut its way through the trash bag when it gets carried up to the dumpster."
"Fine!" Hick rummaged around and took out the jagged lid.
"I don't know how you've managed to live this long."
Hick was probably thinking the same thing about me...