Christmas Shopping


So I'm in the grocery store an hour ago doing some last minute Christmas grocery shopping, as you do, and the place is packed. I step aside in one aisle to let a group of three people pass me, and all of a sudden one of them, a man about my age, spins around and points his finger at me.

"Do I know you?"

"I don't think so." 

"I do know you. You look so familiar."

"I don't think so, but Merry Christmas." I try to get around them and go down the aisle.

"Where do you work?"

"At Ohio State. Do you work there?" I pause, in case he is, in fact, somebody that I work with.

"No, that's not it. But you went to high school here in Worthington, right?" His two companions are starting to fidget uncomfortably about now.

"'Fraid not. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas."

He reaches out toward me. "You look so familiar."

"I get that a lot. One of those faces."

"But you sound so familiar too!"

"One of those voices, I guess." I walk off down the aisle. 

"WAIT! I KNOW! AA! I KNOW YOU FROM AA! YOU GO TO AA, RIGHT?"

Stop. Turn. Smile. "Uh, no."

"Oh." He sounds a little disappointed. "Well, have a Merry Christmas anyway." He sounds more disappointed.


Merry Christmas, dude. Whoever you are.

© C.C. Finlay 2017