Hick and The Universe Have a Regular Last-Laugh-Fest

I mentioned yesterday how Hick's luck seems to have changed. It's like the Bizarro World episode of Seinfeld. But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself.

What I DIDN'T tell you was that something else happened before Hick's uncharacteristic scratcher win. I got a text at 1:30.

"Val my truck broke. I'm at Mick's shop."

Of course I called Hick, who seemed out of breath. Not sure why. It's not like he pushed SilverRedO several miles. Or DID he? Nope. Turns out something went wrong and SilverRedO would not go more than 15 miles per hour. 

Hick had been at The Pony's house mowing. Then partway home, SilverRedO developed that acceleration problem. Hick said he just kept going (SLOWLY) the six or seven miles to Mick's shop. I offered to get dressed and come to town early to get him, but Hick said he would call The Pony, who picked him up and brought him the five miles home.

Hick hung out here for an hour, then took A-Cad to town to meet with his buddies for their Friday afternoon bull-shooting session. On the way home he picked up that single winning lottery ticket. Hick and The Universe were even-steven, having traded last laughs. The ball was in The Universe's court.

Saturday, Hick went to the gas station down by his SUS2.5 (Storage Unit Store 2.5) for a soda, and stopped to play one of those fake slot machines that are so plentiful around here. I asked if he spent his scratcher winnings, but he said no, it was still on the coffee table. 

"I put in a twenty, and played a little bit. Then I won $200! I cashed that out, and figured I could put a twenty back in. Then I won $60! So I cashed out and left!"

I fear what The Universe has in store for Hick next...

So back to the Bizarro World... The Universe has allowed me to have a working T-Hoe now, but my scratcher winnings have suffered. And now Hick has a SilverRedO problem, but is raking in money hand over fist.

I am ready for things to get back to normal, though not at the expense of T-Hoe's health.