I came home from town Wednesday, a bit earlier than usual, because of my leg therapy appointment. As always, I looked down into the BARn field as I passed, to see if Farmer H was there puttering around. No SilverRedO. But there WAS a vehicle!
A white truck with a matching camper shell was parked nose-down in front of the BARn door. Huh. That was not supposed to be there! I don't know anybody with such a truck out here. No relative has one. Farmer H's buddies who have come out to hunt squirrels or deer or mushrooms did not have a vehicle like that. I had to stop in the driveway and give Farmer H a call.
"Where are you? Is anybody supposed to be over at the BARn?"
"I'm down at my locker. I was waiting on a call from the ATF. I'm ready to leave now. Nobody that I know of is supposed to be out there."
"Well, there's a truck over at the BARn..."
"Is it a white truck? That's the one I just brung out there. That I took back from Old Buddy."
"Huh. It might have been nice if you could let me know. So I didn't think someone was stealing all your tools and treasures out of the BARn."
"Oh. I didn't know when I was going to get it, but today I had help."
You'd think something like that might be nice to share with your wife, when you leave her home alone all day to defend the Mansionstead against intruders. Farmer H has finally been trained to notify me when one of his buddies will be here for something. I guess that rule doesn't apply when he's his own buddy.
2 comments:
I am glad you didn't hike on down there and yell out "show yourself! Who are you and what are you doing here", even I wouldn't be doing that! My mum would have when she was younger. I do agree that Farmer H should have let you know, if not before or during, at least after the truck was parked there, so you wouldn't worry.
River,
First of all, I would have driven T-Hoe down into the field, to park behind that white truck, and put the windows down to listen, and call out, "Hey! Who are you?" Now in my advanced years, I'm not so bold.
All this time, Farmer H has not even told me what "our" truck looks like. I had no clue. He's skating on thin ice. I keep reminding him that WE paid for the truck. So any money he makes off it is OURS. It's not like he asked for a loan to fix it up and sell it for HIS profit.
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