Thursday, October 31, 2024

Yep! Hick Is Still Tryng to Kill Me!

With my current lack-of-winning streak (that sounds so much better than losing streak), I have depleted my weekly allowance from last Thursday, and had to dip into my casino bankroll. WHAT? Just stop playing for a while? Never!

The problem is that my casino bankroll is in big bills. That's what the cash machine spits out when you cash in your ticket, which I always run up to an even number. I usually send The Pony to cash out my final ticket. If I did it myself, I might run one of those big bills back through the machine to break it down smaller. That's the price of convenience for Val. Having large currency.

Anyhoo... I don't want to be THAT PERSON in a convenience store line who uses a big bill to make a small purchase. Hick usually has a variety of currency, from his SUS2 (Storage Unit Store 2). On Wednesday morning, I asked if he had change for a hundred dollar bill. He took out his wallet, held closed with what looked like a scrunchie, and said he had five twenties.

"Okay. Do you need your hundred right now? If you do, you can get it from my regular purse. It's folded in half, and stuck in the side where I keep my keys. It's behind the white bank withdrawal slip that's sticking up."

"Nah. I don't need it right now. I'm not going through your purse."

Of all the not-respecting-boundaries shenanigans for Hick to choose to draw the line, it was THIS, when I had clearly given him both permission and directions!

Anyhoo... Hick threw the twenties on the marred coffee table in front of the long couch where he was sitting, then got up leave.

Four hours later, I picked up those twenties to put in my purse. When I sat down at HIPPIE at the kitchen table, I reached for Hick's hundred, to make sure I didn't "forget" to give it to him when he got home.

IT WAS GONE!

What in the Not-Heaven had I done with that hundred? I KNOW I put it right there in the side of my purse. I pulled out the withdrawal slip, and some note cards that I use for my grocery lists. Nope. No hundred. I sent Hick a text asking if he took it.

"Yes"

"Thanks for the heart attack."

Seriously. Could he not have hollered into the living room that he was taking that hundred on his way out the door?

I would swear that he planned this whole episode in an attempt to finally complete his life's mission of killing me. Except I am the one who set the whole thing in motion by asking for change.

5 comments:

  1. That would upset me, too. I suppose he changed his mind since you might just spend it.

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    1. Hick knows me better than that. I should start moving his stuff around without telling him, to see if it matters to him!

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  2. Oh, I like your solution. That'll show him!

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    1. At least it will make ME feel better. And everyone knows, IT'S ALL ABOUT MEEEEEEE!

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  3. I would have assumed he took it, but would ask him and check anyway, just in case I had misplaced it, which would mean I was losing my mind because I NEVER misplace money, just like you don't.

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