Just Another Perk of Having Friends in OLD Places

Hick is not a person to let items go to waste. He's definitely not filling up the town dump  landfill recycling center with his castoffs. If anything, he will wring the last bit of use out of something, then toss it down our main sinkhole. Which he considers to be nature's wastebasket for things like broken home-made kitchen cabinets.

Anyhoo... Hick hoards keeps things in case he might have a use for them later. Like those plastic jugs that held pool chemicals, which he later filled with water and took to town, to use for flushing the toilet while working on the QuickFlip house before turning on the utilities. The water in the pool chemicals jugs that was subsequently drunk by a crazy naked man trying to break into the QuickFlip house...

One of Hick's preferred "recyclables" is the white 5-gallon plastic bucket. Like the kind drywall mud comes in. Not only good for hauling water from the outside pump spigot to the chicken and goat pens back when we had livestock, but also for storing smaller items inside, or dogfood until squirrels eat the lid off of it, or just having handy with water inside for putting out fireworks mishaps.

Hick was carrying two drills in such a bucket (actually two buckets stacked together) on Thursday. He said he had a regular drill and a hammer drill, to fix two of his giant wagon wheels on the front porch that had been knocked down by the dogs (he said). Don't get me started on a hammer drill. Why not just use a hammer, or a nail gun, I wondered. But Hick said it's a drill that vibrates, to knock a screw loose to take out, or to get it in really tight. Hmm. How can it do both? It must not go in all THAT tight if you can use the same drill to get it out. But I digress...

I figured our newest dog, Pupsie, would surely love to sink her chewing teeth into that pristine white plastic, and chew those buckets into tiny pieces before eating them. I asked Hick what was in the buckets before he started using them.

"I don't know. I got them from the Senior Center. From the kitchen. Maybe cooking oil? I don't know."

"They just gave you the buckets?"

"They asked me if I wanted them, and I said YEAH. There's three more out in my truck."

Well. I'm sure the cooking oil flavor will make them even more delectable to Pupsie.