A story in which one of the main characters does not appear.Posted: May 9, 2010
Amy* is a woman I used to work with. We still work for the same employer, but in different sections, so I rarely run across her. Amy does not appear in this story.
I supervised Amy at one point. Before that, our paths crossed in different assignments. When she worked for me, when bad or odd things happened to me it was when she was working. The night a drunk driver nearly killed me, she was working. Most of the things that happened “because of her” were a lot more benign than almost getting killed. This jinx manifested itself so many times, it became a running joke.
Once, we had a trainee on our shift. He was not the brightest guy. The trainee had a particularly bad night one night. Amy came to me and asked if he’d really done what she’d heard. I told her that he had, and more. We both agreed that was likely the dumbest thing we’d ever seen done at work. She ended up marrying that guy. I know that they live somewhere not far from my family. I give you this history to explain to you that I know this person when I see her. Amy does not appear in this story, nor does her husband.
Yesterday, I was at Lowe’s. For those not familiar, Lowe’s is a large chain of stores that sell home improvement and gardening supplies. At a distance, I saw Amy in the garden center, then I lost sight of her. A little later, I spotted her again, standing in front of a shelf where an item I wanted to buy was offered for sale. She didn’t seem to notice me pushing my shopping cart up to where she was, so I said “if you’ll get out of my way, I will get what I need and move on.” I was about to add “so nothing bad happens to me.” Did I mention that Amy does not appear in this story?
Amy looked at me. That was the moment I realized that Amy does not appear in this story.
The psuedo-Amy looked at me, quite rightfully shocked at my rudeness. Realizing my mistake, I apologized quickly and explained how she looked like someone I knew, that person would have thought what I said was funny and that I was not criminally insane. We both had a good laugh; the psuedo-Amy was very gracious in accepting my apology. I got what I needed from the shelf and went directly to the register to pay and get out of the store as soon as possible.
Amy did not appear in this story.
This woman really looked like her though.
I’m going to avoid Lowe’s for a couple of months.
* The name has been changed to protect the party who was not there in the first place.