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Small town summer hazard

June 13, 2012

Scene: Harriet’s driveway. Harriet is behind the wheel of her 22-year-old, packed-full-of-stuff-that-she-never-remembers-to-drop-off-at-the-charity-shop van. AJ and his friend Ben Franklin Boy are climbing in. A car slowly pauses at the end of the driveway to allow a truck to clear the narrow street.

BFB: Do you see that?

AJ: What?

BFB: Driving that car. It’s MRS. C!

[Mrs. C was, until a week and a half ago, their fifth grade teacher. Mrs. C. is also a friend of Fairlywell‘s mother. But that’s irrelevant to this story. Just an interesting fact.]


[Somehow they are screaming this while keeping their mouths in perfect Os. Harriet sees them in the rearview mirror. Mrs. C’s car moves on and Harriet pulls out into the street, heading to the local pool.]

AJ: Oh, wait. She has a brother who lives in the neighborhood. That’s probably where she’s going.

BFB: Yeah, that’s right.

Harriet: But we’re following her. Maybe she’s going to the pool too.


BFB: Wait! Wait! I just thought of something. Can you imagine Mrs. C. in a bathing suit?


[Mrs.C’s car takes the right fork; Harriet takes the left.]

AJ: Phew!

BFB: That was a close one.

8 Comments leave one →
  1. freshhell permalink
    June 14, 2012 8:04 am

    *snort* Dusty was so embarassed when we went for pizza after graduation because there was a boy there from her school with his parents. Not a boy she liked or didn’t like. Just a boy. Who had the audacity to be in a public restaurant, eating with his parents, at the same time as her. OMG!

  2. June 14, 2012 8:37 am

    OMG indeed! How could he? And I didn’t even tell the rest of the story, which was that when we got to the pool, this girl R who was in their class and doesn’t even live in the neighborhood, WAS THERE. THE NERVE! There was much muttering about what to do about it before they swaggered by and said, without looking at her, a heartfelt, “Hey.”

  3. June 14, 2012 9:07 am

    Ahahaha! The scene you describe reminds me of that movie “The Sandlot.” Adorable.

  4. eleanorio permalink
    June 14, 2012 10:57 am

    I’m reminded of a blog I read once by a young grad student who was mortified at meeting her own tutorial students in the grocery store while doing something as mundane as shopping. I just laugh. When you live in a small town, which also happens to be a university/college town, it would be very unusual not to meet your students/professors on a regular basis. So what if they know what I buy for dinner. I know what they buy, too!

  5. June 14, 2012 1:19 pm

    The thought of my fifth grade teacher in a bathing suit is enough to make me retch. She was a horrid old woman.

  6. June 14, 2012 1:46 pm

    How about encountering your grad school German professor IN THE NUDE in the campus gym showers. !!!!

  7. June 14, 2012 2:50 pm

    HA! I remember running into one of my high school teachers in the grocery store once. It was terribly awkward. Not as bad as Readersguide’s story, though. Nothing could be that bad.

  8. Elizabeth permalink
    June 15, 2012 8:24 am

    Maggie, I am with you.

    Great story though, I could completely see and hear their screams of horror.

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