Hick is a Mess, Thanks to The Universe

Now The Universe is getting physical! Poor Hick. He came home with a bloody lip!

"I fell. I was going in the Senior Center."

"Did you trip? Did anybody see you?"

"Nobody saw me. I was just walking across the floor, and lost my balance. Sometimes that happens, like I can't move my feet fast enough to recover."

"There's no money in THAT!"

"Heh, heh. Yeah. I had been out to the lumberyard to get a light cover for the gal who runs the kitchen. She's got an inspector comin', and her four-foot fluorescent don't have no cover on it. I just fell while I was walkin' through."

"You dropped a glove."

"That ain't no glove. That's my paper towel for my lip." Hick picked it up from the kitchen floor and dabbed at his lower right lip.

"Hey! That was on the floor! Where Pepper runs around!"

"It ain't gonna hurt me. Here's another one my toenail girl give me. She seen it when I was at the counter payin'."

"For supper, you're having boneless chicken wings. And I can make you mashed potatoes."

"I don't want nothing hard to chew."

"Boneless wings aren't hard to chew! OR mashed potatoes!"

"Yeah. I guess that'll be fine. I don't want nothin' salty. I was thinkin' about chips."

Hick grabbed a Diet Mountain Dew out of FRIG II. 

"What are you doing now, going to have some Chex Mix?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Um. Salty?"

"I can fit it in the other side of my mouth."

Good thing Hick can adapt to live with his injury.