Farmer H Gets His Nose Out Of Joint At The Devil's Playground

AND, Mrs. HM got her ears out of joint at the Hillbilly Mansion! You know Farmer H cannot tell a story. He leaves out important details, thinking you can read his mind. When you question the narrative, you are told that you DON'T KNOW NOTHIN'! And that you CAN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING! Even though a captive audience at Madison Square Garden would unanimously concur that the narrative was full of holes and misdirection.

I will try to spare you the inconsistencies, and report the facts as I gleaned them from my interrogation. I feel like I aged six months, and 25% of my lovely lady-mullet grayed with commiseration. You're welcome.

Farmer H recently bought a trailer from former Back Creek Neighbors Bev and Nick. It's a nice trailer. I passed Farmer H on the way home with it. Nicer than our current trailer, which we had to buy to replace the one wrecked by a certain relative who won't be named. It's a long trailer, suitable for hauling a car or tractor. 

Anyhoo... Farmer H paid for that trailer himself. Then promptly broke it on the first day of use. He said something about the hitch section of it was broken. It came loose from SilverRedO! But at least not on a highway where somebody could have been hurt.

Anyhoo... Farmer H took that trailer over to The Pony's house. Poor Pony! And went to the Devil's Playground to buy a grinder to work on the problem area. But the grinders were LOCKED UP! I don't know what the deal is with that. The grinder Farmer H needed cost $22. Not like it's a high-dollar item that people are shoplifting on the regular.

Anyhoo... Farmer H asked a clerk at the automotive service desk (in the back, near the grinder case) for help. She could not get the key to work in the lock. She said she'd get somebody to help Farmer H. He waited for 20 minutes, but nobody came. So he started back to the service desk. On his way, he saw that clerk with a customer in the gun section. She saw Farmer H, and immediately started over to the service desk. 

Farmer H said nobody had come to help him. The Clerk said that the other gal didn't know how to work the lock, either. But Farmer H saw her in the automotive section, and asked her to help him. She was a redhead, who said that she was HELPING A CUSTOMER. Farmer H said, "I'm a customer, too, and I've been waiting 20 minutes after being told I would get help." The Redhead did not have a comment for that, other than repeating that she was HELPING A CUSTOMER. The Clerk said she was going to get a manager.

Farmer H went back to the grinder case, and in about 10 minutes a manager showed up. He, too, had trouble with the key, but got the case unlocked so that Farmer H could get his grinder.

"Your redheaded gal over in automotive is [a rumpushole]," said Farmer H. The manager had no comment. No question, no apology. Farmer H said the two gals, as well as the manager, were about the same age as The Pony.

"Well. That explains it. They don't care about helping anybody! They don't think they should have to do anything to earn their pay."

You'd think at least the manager could have PRETENDED that he was sorry for Farmer H's 30-minute wait, and said he was sorry for Farmer H's trouble. The rumpushole declaration did not help...