Friday Night Harem Fatigue

Friday evening. 4:52 p.m. Hick had just arrived home, and plopped down in his recliner. His phone rang. Of course I knew the general identity of the caller before he even answered. My precognition was confirmed when Hick muttered, before answering:

"Oh, no. Now what do YOU want???"

I got the gist of it as he took the call.

"Hello. HELLO. Yes. This is me. Okay. That's fine. We'll get to it. There's a lot we have to do. Okay. That's fine. Bye."

"Your Harem, right? Which one was this?"

"The crazy lady with the dog. She said she'd be moved out by the 23rd. She called to say she's moving a bunch of stuff this weekend, and might be able to get it all out by then. Who knows when she'll really be out. We'll have to pull up the carpet and clean up her apartment before putting down laminate flooring."

"And she had to tell you NOW. Because she couldn't have mentioned it to you at lunch yesterday. Or waited until Monday if she's completely out. It's definitely something that needs to be brought to your attention on a Friday evening. Just in case she gets moved out by Sunday, and you want to rush over there to start working."

"Yeah. I don't know what them women think."

Well. That will be one less member of Hick's Harem to call on a Friday night. Until he rents the apartment again, anyway...