More Training Is Needed

No. We're not talking about new puppy Pepper. We are talking about Farmer H. Oh, how I had hoped he was successfully trained to notify me of impending visitors of his doing. 

Even though I found out by eavesdropping in the right place at the right time about the stranger coming to get the file safe, I was fairly confident that this matter would not concern me. I heard Farmer H myself, telling that guy on the phone our address. In fact, I even asked why he was giving our address to a stranger. Well! Because "he's never been here before, HM." 

Silly me. I thought surely the matter of this file safe had been discussed before. After all, the phone call was just to specify the time. And give the guy the address.

Here's the deal. Farmer H was home around 3:00, carrying stuff in the Mansion, and saying that he had to go over to his Freight Container Garage to meet the stranger at 3:30. Off he went. I don't know if he drove the Gator or SilverRedO, because I didn't watch. I went to lie down for my 20-minute nap before town. 

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP!

What in the Not-Heaven???

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP!

That was the front door! About 10 minutes into my nap. Good thing I use my phone for an alarm, and had it right there on the bed. No way was I getting up to hobble to the front door and greet Farmer H's stranger. I called Farmer H.

"Somebody is over here banging on the front door."

"Oh. Huh. I guess I'll come over."

You'd think Farmer H would have mentioned to the stranger that the file safe was in an outbuilding. Tell him he'd be over by the BARn, which is big and red and can be seen from the gravel road as you go by headed for the driveway, whereby a metal pole holds our address. Farmer H could have just told the guy to drive directly into the BARn field from the road. Then they could greet each other and get the file safe loaded.

Clearly, Farmer H needs instruction on how to give strangers instructions for showing up to buy his junk.