I was a bit late getting to town, and arrived home at 5:10 on Friday. Standing at the kitchen door, doling out a slice of bacon to Pepper and Jack, I heard Hick's phone ring. I was lecturing the dogs on manners. Specifically Pepper, who has an off-putting habit of dropping his own treat to the porch, and lunging to try and steal Jack's from his jaws.
I could hear the tone of Hick's voice, but not the actual half of his conversation. It sounded like he was a bit stand-offish. Polite, yet distant. Like when he gets calls for his business, to confirm or deny a buyer's application. The call didn't last long.
"What was that all about?"
"Just one of my gals from the apartments. She told me she came to my store today, but I wasn't there. I told her I'm only there a half day on Fridays. Then she said she put her check in the box at my office. I told her that's what she's supposed to do."
"Of course she called! It's FRIDAY NIGHT! Is that the one who likes to drink? Who always calls you on Friday nights? The one who got arrested and called you from jail?"
"No. This was another one."
I really need to start learning the names of Hick's Harem.
Knowing their names would be good, I know I would want to know them.
ReplyDeleteEvery now and then Hick mentions a name. I suppose I should make up a roster with their characteristics, so I can understand the goings-on.
DeleteNow I want to their names! Speaking of names (and the opioids I am on), it has occurred to me that your dogs' names are a type of cheese. Pepper Jack. I have 6 kittens in my yard. I have been coming up with names even though I have been told they are not mine. I am still laughing at The Man. He is not the boss of me!
ReplyDeleteYes, that was the reason Pepper got his name. I also told The Pony that if we get another dog, it will be called Doctor. So we can have Dr. Pepper Jack for our pets.
DeleteOf course he's not the boss of you. Those kittens are the boss of you!