If this was the olden days, before cell phones, when landlines ruled the earth... Hick would have a special phone. Red, perhaps. At least with a flashing red light, and extra-loud ring. He's on-call, you know, 24/7/365. At the beck and call of his elderlies. No desire is too large or too small. Hick is their lifeline.
Tuesday night, it was after 8:00 when Hick's phone rang. I thought it might be one of his storage unit buddies.
"Yeah. I still have it. No, not yet. It's getting late right now. But I will. On Wednesday, or maybe Thursday. Yes. I'll let you know."
"What was THAT all about. Don't tell me it was one of your old ladies..."
"Actually, she's one of the younger ones there."
"What's broken that she needs you to fix RIGHT NOW?"
"Nothing's broken. She's been wanting to buy the couch in my office. I said I'd ask my boss about it. But he ain't been around for a couple days, and then we had the city meeting this morning, and I forgot."
"You don't really NEED a couch in your office, do you?"
"No. I ain't in the office much when I'm there. But I don't know if I can just sell it to her. I'll have to ask if I can, for how much, and what to do with the money."
"Yeah. That's really something that needs to be done on a Tuesday night after 8:00!"
Hick needs to set up some kind of round-the-clock entertainment for the elderlies! Something to keep them occupied, without breaking stuff, and keep their mind off of things that require Hick to cater to them.
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