It was Friday night at 6:45, so of course Hick got a call from his harem. I could only hear one side of the conversation. I actually heard a harem voice, because Hick's phone is so loud, but I couldn't make out the words.
"You can get the key out of the key box. The number is XXXX. That'll open it so you can get out the key."
"Blabbety blabbety blab blab blab. Blabbety blabbety blab."
"[REDACTED 1] on the first floor has a key. In Apartment 1. Well. [REDACTED 2] knows how to get in. She should be back from church pretty soon. No. You're fine. It's just--"
"Blabbedy blabbety blab. Blabbety blab."
"There's [REDACTED 3]. You know her, don't you? She can go down and get the key to let you in. She's on third floor. That's a lot easier than me driving all the way to town from way out here to let you in."
"Blabbety blabbety blab."
"It's okay. Just go knock on her door and she'll get you in. I'll call her and tell her. Okay. Talk to you later."
I was in the kitchen, waiting to hear about the resolution. I did NOT hear Hick making a phone call.
"Should some of these people even be living alone? Aren't you going to call [REDACTED 3]?"
"Yeah. I'm calling her now. It's my drunk lady who's locked out."
"Huh. Such a shame she's in trouble with the police, or she could call them and they could come use the key box to let her in!"
"Yeah. But [REDACTED 3] will do it."
Hick made the call and explained the situation. Ten or fifteen minutes later, [REDACTED 3] called Hick. He thanked her. They had a brief exchange. Then Hick told me...
"Her door was already unlocked!"
"What in the Not-Heaven! I bet she was just trying to lure you over there! On a Friday night! Since it seemed like she was not very receptive to your several solutions, and kept wanting YOU to come let her in. Maybe her door wasn't locked at all! Or maybe she went and got the key herself."
"I don't know. But she got in."
Hick's harem does not seem to understand boundaries...
"My drunk lady" - really, Hick? Maybe it's getting a little too personal. At least he knows how to handle the situation. My guess is, drunk lady gets a little lonely, especially when she has been imbibing in the fermented juices. Ranee
ReplyDeleteHick had mowed the yard, relaxed with a beer, finished his supper, and was having dessert. He did not plan on driving to town. It's not like he's on-call and needs to be ready 24/7/365 for an "emergency." That's why he put in the key boxes. He overestimated his drunk lady's capabilities to get the key and let herself in, heh, heh. At least he has other members of his harem willing to step up.
DeleteHa Ha. Miss Drunk just wanted her knight in shining armor to rescue her. Too bad.
ReplyDeleteThat's what I think. Friday night. Nothing to do.
DeleteShe was drinking and wanted company. She needs help, but at that age I doubt she will be changing her ways. I hope she understands at least to be respectful and not get herself kicked outta that sweet deal of an apartment.
ReplyDeleteHick says she is a sweet old lady. Until she drinks! Since she already got taken to jail once for her behavior, I agree that she might not be able to change her inebriated ways. She is always polite to Hick, though, even when she calls in that condition.
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