The Pony and I were at the title office at 1:45, for our closing scheduled at 2:00.
"There's Dad's truck, but I don't know if he's in there or inside visiting his buddy."
"I know. Is that Realtor's car parked in front of us? Is she able to drive again? It's a big car, like hers. Text Dad and see if he's inside yet."
"I did, but I'm not getting a response. He hasn't read it."
"His phone is messed up. He might not get it until tomorrow. Call him."
"No. That's alright..."
"Okay. I'll call."
Hick answered on the second ring. He was not inside yet, but at his buddy's place. In fact, he sounded annoyed that I had bothered him."
"Well. That was abrupt!"
"That's just Dad."
A couple minutes later, The Pony said he was coming down the sidewalk. Which is elevated to about waist high, and has steps and a ramp for access. I looked out The Pony's window, and saw two waists and their accompanying sets of legs. It was Hick, and his buddy.
"You're parked about like them people up there! Bad."
"Well, I couldn't see the curb because your truck is parked behind me, and I had to cut in at an angle. I didn't want to hit the wall with the side of my car."
"My buddy came out to see you. Remember him?"
"Uh... no?"
"Are you sure? You should! Don't you remember him from the games?"
"Games...? I don't know what you're talking about."
Buddy leaned over and looked in the window. "From trivia? With This Guy and His Wife?"
"Oh. That must have been over at Heritage Hall. I'm sorry. I knew you weren't one of the teachers I played with all the time. That's been 15 or 20 years ago!"
"Yes. That was it."
"See? I told you she cain't remember nothin'! This is just more proof."
Then Hick said we should go on inside, because they were probably ready for us. And Hick just stood there staring at me while I navigated three steps, then went out of my way to get to the bottom of the ramp to get to the door. THEN he went in first, leaving The Pony to grab the door and hold it for me.
Realtor was already inside, which surprised Hick. "I thought you wasn't gonna be here today."
"I had an appointment this morning, but I got back in time. My husband drove me. He's waiting out front." Realtor also had a CANE! Not only is she still recovering from her fractured humerus, and that SLOW trip in the ambulance when she lost consciousness and fell... but now her back is hurt, so she's walking with a cane.
As we were leaving, Hick went out of the conference room first. Then Realtor. Then me, followed by The Pony, who had held my rolly chair so it didn't roll away as I was getting up. Hick was holding the front door open for me! I was shocked! Until I realized he wasn't, when I was about halfway out.
I turned to Realtor. "Oh. Sorry. I should have known he wasn't holding the door open for ME! He was holding it for you!"
"That's okay. I'm slow enough with my back hurt." She passed me going down the ramp. Looked into that badly-parked big car in front of T-Hoe, and declared that her husband was ASLEEP! Heh, heh. At least my bad-parking self was able to stay awake during the 15-minute proceedings!
I was a little bit Not-Happy with Hick for his words and actions. Which he heard about later! To which he replied, "IF I hurt your feelings, THEN I'm sorry."
That's as close as I'm ever gonna get to an apology.
