Small World Syndrome
Mar. 6th, 2009 06:08 pmThere I was, at Staples with Alex. He'd just bought a new computer and the salesman was helping us take it out to the car. As we're leaving, I see a sign by the door saying something about the store manager - and I recognized the name.
It was the same name as a guy who'd been my boss when I worked for Service Merchandise back in high school ('78 to '79 to be precise.) So I mention it to the salesman who says that indeed that man had been at Service Merchandise back then - which the salesman knew because he'd worked in sporting goods there at that time. Which means we'd sort of been coworkers but while the manager had been my boss back in the warehouse, I didn't have much contact with sporting goods since they took care of their own stock.
Then the salesman launched into a story about some guy who was trying to buy a gun and had filled out the paperwork incorrectly. I don't know diddly about buying guns but following strict legal procedure, the salesman couldn't let the customer change the paperwork and so he refused to sell him the gun. His boss came by, heard the details and told him to go on break so he wouldn't see the questionable sale.
As it turns out, the customer was in fact the chief of police who wanted to buy a 22 for his son. Yeah, I knew that kid and I wouldn't have wanted him to have a gun either. Life in a small town.
That law-stretching police chief? He did a couple of terms as mayor later on. Thankfully, I'd moved here to Somersworth by then.
It was the same name as a guy who'd been my boss when I worked for Service Merchandise back in high school ('78 to '79 to be precise.) So I mention it to the salesman who says that indeed that man had been at Service Merchandise back then - which the salesman knew because he'd worked in sporting goods there at that time. Which means we'd sort of been coworkers but while the manager had been my boss back in the warehouse, I didn't have much contact with sporting goods since they took care of their own stock.
Then the salesman launched into a story about some guy who was trying to buy a gun and had filled out the paperwork incorrectly. I don't know diddly about buying guns but following strict legal procedure, the salesman couldn't let the customer change the paperwork and so he refused to sell him the gun. His boss came by, heard the details and told him to go on break so he wouldn't see the questionable sale.
As it turns out, the customer was in fact the chief of police who wanted to buy a 22 for his son. Yeah, I knew that kid and I wouldn't have wanted him to have a gun either. Life in a small town.
That law-stretching police chief? He did a couple of terms as mayor later on. Thankfully, I'd moved here to Somersworth by then.