A Comedy of Errors

 

This town's just not big enough for reliable avoidance.
This town’s just not big enough for reliable avoidance.

In a small town, it’s impossible to avoid people you don’t want to see. There may be many more annoying people in cities, but this decreases the intensity of annoyance in each individual.

Here in the sticks, there are people you really don’t want to see. You hear the voice echoing down the supermarket aisle. Chills go down your spine. Resistance is futile.

But our love for Clinton High School will nevverrr fail.
But our love for Clinton High School will nevverrr fail.

Another aspect of small-town life is you pretend to get along.

Stopping by the Bi-Lo Thursday was little more than an impulse. I was in the area. I think I took the long way back from the county dump because I just wanted to.

Hmm. I think I’ll go by the deli and get a pound of shaved turkey.

The next phase is, of course, while you’re here, you might as well see if there’s coffee on sale. I ordered a pound of baked turkey and Black Forest ham, and since it takes a while for the lady to slice it, I told her I’d be back shortly and, next thing you know, I had three bags of $4.99 coffee, three 12-packs of Diet Pepsi (just $10!), a box of saltines and some smoked sausage that was “buy one, get one free.”

That’s when I heard my name echoing out of the cereal boxes.

I once played football in the midst of a band of brothers. Some were older. One was younger. Today they are all … damaged. Transistors throughout the family have been fried. They’re all very friendly, and that’s in part because they are quite possibly drunk. On something.

The youngest came jogging up, which, in itself, stands out in a supermarket. I tried shaking hands. That wasn’t enough. We hugged because we played ball together.

The mill's torn down, but the sign's holding up.
The mill’s torn down, but the sign’s holding up.

He yelled to his brother, who wasn’t there already because he had the shopping cart.

The older brother said, “Now who are you?”

I thought the younger was going to hit him. He recited a generalized, romanticized and exaggerated bio of me.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “You was awful good to us back in the day.”

That’s when I realized he was confusing me with my father, who died in 1993. I was sure of it when he made reference to my blond hair turning gray, and while my hair has never been blond, my dad used to “peroxide” his.

They both wanted to talk about football games in the 1970s, but I managed to get away by claiming my Black Forest ham was going to go bad or something. I gave them business cards, and they both promised to call me up sometime and buy me lunch.

That family must have a dozen of my business cards.

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5 thoughts on “A Comedy of Errors

  1. Dave Rodman

    Monte; Found this blog out of one of your NASCAR efforts I saw on Twitter — Good Stuff! But I’m going nuts — why the alternate references to “Red” and “Hal” — who the best I can tell are the same guy??? Saw a bunch of editing mistakes but I’m an editor and for the overall, I don’t think those things (like spelling “Hawthorne” ‘with’ and ‘without’ an “e” in different places) matter that much to the general public [Kinda like one of NASCAR’s “let’s hire the challenged” PR people Tweeting ‘let’s take a peak at some new paint schemes…’] Let me know about Hal/Red if you get a chance at dave.rodman03@gmail.com and keep on getting it, pal… (Oh yeah — I read the “complete” version first, but when I continued scrolling down I found a ‘chapter’ that was NOT in the complete version above???

    1. I’ll fix it. Was written in 6 installments and believe it or not, I thought I’d caught them. I’m writing a novel at the same time that has a character named Hal, and it’s made me prone to absentminded errors.

    1. No, that’s okay. I’ve been writing these to compile a collection, and this is sort of a depository. I’ve edited again since I posted, but I don’t want to have them posted with mistakes. I’ll tinker some more when I get a chance.

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