On the drive back from Oklahoma on Friday evening, nearing the last leg of the journey, Farmer H had a conniption fit. He was sweaving us into Steelville, the last stop before the Mansion. He usually refuels at the Casey's, and we use the bathrooms, and I pick up some scratchers.
we stopped Wednesday, on the way out to Oklahoma, I had won $5, and
Farmer H had won $10. But I still had a $40 winner I was carrying around
from the day before. Cut to the last stop on the way home. A couple
blocks from Casey's, I asked Farmer H if he was going to cash in his
scratcher. You know, so I could lay it out of A-Cad's glove compartment
for him, when I got mine.
"I probably will."
SWEET GUMMI MARY! That man cannot make a decision!
"Well...I'll probably lay it out."
What's good for the gander is apparently not allowed for the goose. I thought Farmer H's head was going to explode.
"There you go. You've always gotta say something smart."
At least I wasn't saying something stupid!
"Well, I just said what you said. I don't know how it's okay for you, but not for me. I was trying to help you by laying out your ticket. Since you didn't know if you wanted it, I didn't know whether to lay it out."
the giant toddler having his tantrum, I left that ticket where it was. I
took my two in and traded them for four tickets and $25 in cash (which won me an Even Steven $20 back). When I came out, Farmer H was
sitting in the car. Upon putting my winners in the glove compartment
after scratching them, I saw that Farmer H's ticket was still there. Where
I left it. Even when we got home. He can go look for it any time he
wants to redeem it.
And maybe he'll take out his empty soda bottle trash, too.