Val's Interrogation Pays Off

When Hick got home from his SUS2.5 on Sunday evening, I asked him about that sausage in his Reuben Sandwich meal from the Senior Center.

"Where did that sausage come from?"

"My buddy had it at the Senior Center. He sliced it and put it on a plate, and said anybody that wanted some could have it."

"Did everybody take three slices?"

"No. A lot of people took two. They was eating it there."

"Did you just pick it up with your fingers?"

"Yeah."

"What kind of sausage was it? Did he make it himself? Was it deer sausage?"

"I don't know. It looked like salami."

"So people just used their fingers. And you don't know where it came from, or why he was giving it away?"

"I didn't get the craps or nothin'. So it must have been okay."

"You said you ate two of the slices, and gave one away at your storage unit. Was it to Old Buddy?"

"No. It was to [redacted]. OH! He's coming out here tomorrow to look at the Gator."

"To buy?"

"No. To see if he can get it running, so I can ride it around."

"Good thing I asked. Were you even going to tell me?"

"I was gonna tell you when I got home, but then I went down to the basement and forgot."

"So you wouldn't have told me?"

"Yes! When you called me to say somebody was over by the BARn, I would have!"

"What kind of vehicle does he have?"

"An old Dodge truck."

"What COLOR? Like I would know an old Dodge is."

"Gray and red, I think."

Duly noted. Don't panic when the dogs go crazy because a man is over in the BARn field with a gray and red truck. Something I never would have known, except for my mad interrogation skillz.