Thursday, May 20, 2010

My Hometown In A Nutshell

Date: Mother's Day 2010
Location: My hometown's Starbucks
Time: Late morning after a two mile walk

I had just payed for my Starbucks addiction, (unsweetened green iced tea, Grande) and was about to walk out the door, when a stranger who was walking in said door stopped dead in his tracks and said:

Stranger: Hey, your a Kunik, right?
Me: Yes, guilty as charged.
Stranger I knew it! You have that 'Kunik" look to you.
Me: Yeah, I get that alot.
Stranger: My name's Jim XXXXX, I went to school with your sister Debbie- she was a trip!
Me: Hey Jim, nice to meet you, and yes, she certainly was.
Stranger: So, I guess you have diabetes too?
Me: Yeah, I guess I do.
Stranger: I miss your sister.
Me: Me too.
Stranger: You look great - how's your health?
Me: My health is great. How's your health Jim?
Stranger: It's good, it's good. God, I'm sorry if I sounded like an ass Kel, I just really miss your sister.
Me: Yeah, I know, me too.
Stranger: I'm so glad your health is OK, and I'm so glad I met you!
Me: Yeah, me too.

And that's my hometown in a nutshell.


Scott S said...

Maybe it's just me, but I am thinking of the Carpenters' song "Superstar" when I read this post. Have a look at the lyrics:

Superstar, The Carpenters

Long ago and oh so far away
I fell in love with you before the second show
Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear
But you're not really here
It's just the radio

(*) Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby

You said you'd be coming back this way again baby

Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby, I love you I really do

Loneliness is a such a sad affair
And I can hardly wait to be with you again

What to say to make you come again
Come back to me again
And play your sad guitar

Repeat (*) twice

meanderings said...

How nice. And aren't you lucky?!

Becky said...

Live in the same small Southern town for 33 years, and I promise you it's MUCH worse!!
"Mrs. So and So saw you buying (insert anything here: beer, condoms, pantyliners, chocolate) at (the grocery store, THE wal-mart, the local crack house) and was worried about you so she called me." "I'm fine Mom" "Well, she said Mrs. Nosey Neighbor said she saw you out at (the local bar, dinner, the doughnut shop) and was concerned about you, said you just didn't look like yourself" "Mom, how does she even know what I look like? I've never met her"....and it goes on and on!

Cara said...

That sounds so much like my hometown too. And ditto to everything Becky said.
Living in a small town can be a blessing and a curse. It just depends on what day of the week it is.