Tuesday, Farmer H made a trip to Illinois to get merchandise for his SUS2.5 (Storage Unit Store 2.5). He left home a bit later than usual, which was okay. I was watching one of those how to murder your wife shows, as I call them. The true crime re-enactment shows that tell how people almost got away with their crimes. Farmer H stayed to watch until the end of the episode. Which is probably NOT a good thing!
Anyhoo... he had asked if there was anything I needed from the Devil's Playground.
"No. Nothing I can think of right now. Are you going there for something?"
"No. I just figured I could kill a little time there before I go to my doctor's appointment, and head to Illinois."
I did not suggest that maybe he could have stayed in bed a little longer. Because that involves logic, a concept as foreign to Farmer H as comedy is to a man born without a funny bone.
When Farmer H returned home that evening, he put a receipt on the kitchen table. It was from the Devil's Playground. The purchase?
AN OIL CHANGE FOR A-CAD!
"I thought you weren't going to the store! And what's this OIL CHANGE? I've been telling you for a month that T-Hoe needs an oil change! And now you do it for A-Cad?"
"I'm glad I did. I got in the car, and the CHANGE OIL light came on. So it was time I did it. I didn't want to break down over in Illinois."
"Mine has been on for over a month now! I don't want to break down in town. You never answer your phone. I don't want to get stranded in this heat."
"HM. I can't help it if my phone don't get reception in my unit, or in the house. I can usually get a text."
"Yes, but sometimes the text doesn't come in until the next day. I'd rather just be sure that T-Hoe has oil so I don't need to be rescued."
"I'll have to see when I can do that. I don't want you to burn up the engine."
So here we go again. Mrs. HM is last on the to-do list.
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