Beware when the Hillbilly family comes to town! Lock up your valuables and assorted and sundry items that might be lying around. They not safe! You have been warned!
At the closing for the sale of our upper 10 acres, the title company had a couple of jars sitting on the table. One held red and blue pens, and the other held peppermint Lifesaver candies, indivicually wrapped. The Pony and I were only a couple minutes behind Farmer H when we entered the conference room. Yet Farmer H already had two empty wrappers in front of him!
I know these items were set out for the taking. Hospitality, you know. And when we are the BUYERS at a closing, we get a little gift bag with advertising merch like magnets and notepads and such. They write it off their taxes, get free advertising, and the clients feel special. Like they've gotten something for nothing, although thousands of dollars have just changed hands.
Anyhoo... when Closer came in, she took three pens out of the jar, and shoved them across the table to us. I had already taken one red and one blue from the jar, because I like pens. But I sure did accept a third one!
On Thursday, before I picked up The Pony for our errand day, I asked if he would bring his monthly house payment.
"Actually, I will write it in the car. I don't have a pen."
"WHAT? Didn't you just get one on Tuesday, at the closing?"
"No! I put mine back in the jar. Because I was not a part of this transaction. Only there to help you. So I didn't DESERVE a pen!"
Huh. I hope The Pony wasn't switched at birth! How could The Pony NOT take a pen? A pen that was actually GIVEN by the closer running the closing? Something's fishy here. We are MOOCHERS, by cracky! Maybe The Pony was still getting over last week's under-the-weatherness...
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