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So, a few weeks ago, I was out grocery shopping. At No Frills, if such details are of interest to you. I hadn't made it past the produce section when I saw a man whom I know by sight and name, although prior to this shopping trip, I'm not sure I had ever spoken to him. For the purposes of this blog post, we will call him Mr. X. Oh, and another pertinent detail is we estimate Mr. X to have been blessed with over 70 birthdays.
Anyways, Mr. X. recognized me but couldn't place me, and not being a shy person, he came to ask me my name. "I'm Karen A----" I told him, and watched the wheels start churning. My husband's surname is not that well-known in some of the church circles in this part of the province. I could tell that my answer had been of no help to Mr. X, so I put him out of his misery. "I'm a D----" I said, knowing he would recognize my maiden name immediately. Mr. X thought about this for a minute as I added some apples (Royal Gala if you really want to know) to my cart. Then he turned back to me and said "So, are you Bill's sister?" I stared at him for a second before saying "No, I'm Bill's DAUGHTER!" He responded "Really, Bill is old enough to have grown up children already?" I agreed with that statement, and refrained from telling him that Bill had recently celebrated his 60th birthday. Aye-karumba!
Mr. X. went on his way, satisfied that he now knew who I was. As for me, well, thankfully I found it more funny than insulting, and it is a great compliment for my Dad! Who is a VERY young 60. Love you Dad!
2 comments:
I first met Mr X when I was working at Canadian Tire circa 1969. I suppose that first impression of me at 18 years of age has never been forgotten or updated!
That's great! I think I would have laughed out loud right in the moment :)
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