Will the real Kevin Moon please stand up
So today, I had to go to Wal-Mart and have one of my wife’s tires patched. I gave them my phone number, found out it was probably going to take close to two hours, and then set out to Braum’s on foot for lunch (about half an hour away). I had just left the farm before this, so I wasn’t exactly dressed nice…which is probably for the best since part of that walk practically takes you through a ditch. Anyway, I took my time eating lunch and then waddled back down the road and across Highway 64, which is about 6 lanes at that point with absolutely no crosswalk whatsoever. Helpful. Anyway, I got back to Wal-Mart, picked up some baby stuff, and took my loot to the automotive section where I hoped I wouldn’t be waiting too long. I fired up my minidisc player and listened to the end of a Doctor Who audio that I had started earlier that day (Masters Of War, about which I shall wax rhapsodic at a later date). Having finished that, I sat and waited.
Finally, the barely-helpful lady from behind the counter looked straight at me and said “Kevin Moon?” It just didn’t register with me that she was addressing me, because (A) that’s not my name, and (2) I was really tired by that point. I had to come out of my haze a bit to really comprehend that she was calling me by one of my friends’ names. Then I kinda perked up. What? Kevin’s here? I asked the lady if she had said Kevin Moon, and she said “That’s you, isn’t it?”
Flash back to about two or three years ago, when Kevin made one of his road trips through the area; he had a flat tire and I’d had to lead him to Wal-Mart so he could get his tire patched. As he didn’t have his cell phone with him on that occasion, I gave them my number, and his name. That’s how they had me in the system: Kevin Moon. Never mind this whole Earl Green business that I’d told them about when I checked in and gave them the keys.
Having gotten all that sorted out, I was able to get on with my day. Really, it’s too bad Kevin wasn’t there – he could’ve saved me that whole hike-through-the-ditch thing. I’m sure, given how I looked from working outside and walking through a little bit of mud (the ditch wasn’t really that bad), everyone at Braum’s assumed I was living under a bridge and finally saved up enough for a down payment on a bacon cheeseburger! 😆 … Read more
