My mother had a boyfriend a long time ago, Ed. He was a fan of Jeans, and that horrid denim jacket. Of course, this was in the early 90’s, so I guess it was “in” at the time. Anywho, I was walking around K-mart with him, just doing some shopping. Now you have to take into account, when you’re knee high to a grasshopper, adults look a lot different. I managed to sneak away and look at some toys. When I noticed Ed wasn’t around, I started to look for him. I went aisle to aisle and found the denim man walking to the registers. I caught up and without looking up, started to tell him about the awesome lego set I really wanted. When I didn’t get a response, I looked up, and to my amazement, saw a very confused look on the man…NOT ED! I panicked, and ran frantically to find Ed. I did, and everything was fine. I didn’t even mention it to him.
Not that this would be an issue now-a-days, but a word to the wise…if you’re going to wear blue jeans and a denim jacket, maybe you should put your name on the back, or have some sort of identifying mark somewhere on your person.
Carl – NH