Moments for the scrap book… pt 2
Life in a small town
Way back on Sunday, before any other guests had arrived, Sis and I managed to sneak out early to begin our errands. We ended up at the McDonalds in town for a bite of breakfast. Just as we sat down with our food, who should come rolling in but Pete & James on their way out for their own errands for the day. They spy us sitting with food, stroll up to the counter to place their order, and are sure to loudly let everyone know that they are only there for breakfast because their lazy wives wouldn’t make them any. The McDonald’s employee taking their order plays right into it, as she laughs and says that’s a shame. Pete says, I know, and they are right over there if you’d like to tell them so yourself.
I tell the story to the Frewtnut niece when she arrives Monday, and we curse the pitfalls of living in such a small town. On Tuesday, as we are all out at the farmer’s market in town, a woman comes up to ask what time the fireworks will be, then chastises Sis for having bought mason jars to do her canning last year. Sis plays along, saying she’ll be sure to ask her for some next time, then afterwards sis tells us she doesn’t even know who that woman is, let alone how she could have heard about her buying mason jars last year and remembered it.
From here we joke about being careful what you pick up at the drug store, lest word of your ailments get around years later. Frewtnut niece, who was for a while my TropicalFrewt niece while she was in college in Hawaii, mentioned that she remembers complete strangers coming up to her during a visit years ago to ask if she was the Ganey daughter from Hawaii, and how weird she found that.
Of course, when we dropped the Ganey bomb on the cop who had us pulled over, I neglected to mention that he too pulled one out of his ass as I say I’m Joyce’s sis and introduce Angela as their daughter. Cop says, Angela? You that one from Hawaii? The four of us in the car answer together with a resounding, YES! Yes she is! and this sinches our getting out of the ticket, of course.
I guess sometimes, small town isn’t so bad.
scienceiscool has made a Comment
so frewtnut niece is different from phatass niece?
and i know very well the small town thing. whenever i visit the parents in dalton and drop into some restaurant / grocery store / gas station, there will be some person who hasn’t seen me since i was six, who i couldn’t name if you put a gun to my head, who nonetheless knows everything about me and my life up to this point. my mom’s a talker . >:P
July 10, 2008 @ 3:55 pm
flerly has made a Comment
Yeah, frewtnut is the niece I grew up with like a sis, who lives in San Diego with her navy hubby and my favorite little frewtnut-great-niece that James and I would gladly steal! Phatass is the daughter of eXstranged brother, who I hadn’t seen for 14 years. She’s 18, about 90 lbs, and told me first thing that all her friends call her fatass. Jessie, sometimes Bama-niece, is yet another, and there are actually quite a lot of them, but these are the 3 I see most.
July 10, 2008 @ 4:00 pm
fluffyluggage has made a Comment
This sounds so familiar. My life in a small town! My parents know EVERYBODY, so growing up was so much fun! I can drop the Henry bomb and get away with a lot, too! lol <3
July 10, 2008 @ 4:31 pm