Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Farmer H Does NOT Understand How Puppy Jack Feels When He Is Shunted Aside By Juno

Farmer H apparently commands more respect than lowly totem-pole-bottom Mrs. HM. He is the filet mignon while she is the chopped liver. He is Dom Perignon while she is Pink Champale. He is a Lamborghini while she is a Ford Fiesta. People pay attention to Farmer H. People pay homage to Rodney Dangerfield where Mrs. HM is concerned. She don't get no respect.

Sunday morning, congested hacker Farmer H was at death's door, pounding on it like a landlord five days after rent was due. Or so HE thought. Off he went to Not-So-Convenient Care. They've moved, you know. From next to the Chinese restaurant next to Mrs. HM's pharmacy, which is in the mini mall behind Dairy the building across the back street, where The Pony and the #1 son used to have a their doctor's office. He called a couple hours later to say he was at a pharmacy 20 miles away, over in bill-paying town. Sunday sickies can't be choosers. They are medicine beggars.

Let the record show that Mrs. HM was not at all sure that Not-So-Convenient Care would be open. After all, during a regular weekday, they were only open about 40% of the time their hours on the door proclaimed. That's good odds on scratch-off winnings, but not so great for vital medical care.

"Their sign on the door said they opened at 9:00. I was sitting there waiting for about 15 minutes. A couple of other people were there, too. Then three women pulled up and started to open the building, but nobody had a key. So they had to call somebody to bring them one. FINALLY they let us in. This guy pulled up and jumped out of his car and hurried past me to the counter. One of them ladies said, 'I'm sorry, but this gentleman was here first.' She remembered me from the parking lot. The other guy backed off, then. He sure thought he was gonna get in ahead of me. You could tell what he was thinking when he got out of his car."

So...the Not-So-Convenient Care workers were looking out for Farmer H. Making sure he was treated fairly. With proper respect. To see that hat he got his turn. So he didn't have to wait needlessly.

I'm thinking the ladies from the bank might have called ahead to warm them.


Sioux said...

Poor Farmer H. Feeling sickly. Not 100%.

Hopefully he will soon be feeling like himself again, so he can get back to his usual antics.

fishducky said...

That's a scary thought, Sioux!!

Hillbilly Mom said...

Oh, the antics have continued!

Thought, SCHMOUGHT! Ain't no thought as scary as LIVING through it!

Kathy's Klothesline said...

So happy to know that Farmer H demands respect with the locals. HeWho is like that in these parts, too. He achieved celebrity level when he flipped the motorcycle last Spring. Folks still make reference to his bum knee. He is special, or so he told me. I reminded him that the kids on the short school bus were special, too.

Hillbilly Mom said...

I swear, Farmer H and HeWho are more catered-to than the teacher workroom at Newmentia during Teacher Appreciation Day.