"This is him. Uh huh. Well, yeah. I'm just sittin' here watchin' TV."
At first I thought it might be The Veteran. Or one of Hick's cronies. Then not.
"I can do that. Tomorrow. I'll be there around 10:30. Yeah. I'll just get a ladder. Oh, and if you get locked out, there's a lockbox on the front and back doors. There's a key in it to get in. Then just put the key back in the box. The number for it is XXXX."
Clearly, it was some elderly with a predicament.
"Which elderly girlfriend was that?"
"It was Name Name. She don't live there. Her dad does, but he's been in the hospital. She said her and her sister went by to do some cleaning, and she was trying to put up a smoke detector. But she was standing on a stool, and almost fell off. So I told her I'd fix it tomorrow."
So now even people who don't live there call Hick for help! You'd think it was something that might have waited until regular business hours. It's not like the old man was going to be there overnight. I'm not sure on the details because, well, you know Hick's communication style. Surely there would be smoke detectors in every apartment and common area. Maybe that gal was just replacing a battery. And why did she ask Hick what he was doing? Is that her business? Did she think he would slap a flashing light on top of SilverRedO and speed over to catch her falling off a stool?
Hick said last week that one of the old ladies at lunch was complaining about apartment stuff, and he told her, "You know, I only make less than $300 a month for doing this job. I have other projects to work on that are more important than some of this stuff you keep asking me to do."
She said, "EWW! Why would you take a job like that?"
Hick said, "Because I want to help all of you to have a safe place to live."
Maybe she'll spread the word. What else do the elderlies have to do besides gossip?
Well. And call Hick...
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