Dirtman is a native of
I’ll admit there is a certain amount of safety in never moving more than an hour from where you were born. It’s nice that wherever you go, you know that you won’t be a total stranger because you’re bound to know someone there. On the other hand, everyone who knows you also grew up with you and remembers every awkward moment of your life. These are the things I listen for at functions. The dirt on Dirtman.
For me, coming to a small southern town from the
So I suppose I got the reputation for being “standoffish,” which I wasn’t. I just didn’t know who the hell they were.
After over 20 years in this area, certain incidents still amaze me. Last year Heir 2 went to a state convention down in
“Congratulations! Aren’t you excited! It’s absolutely amazing! I’m going to call (insert name of someone) and tell her. Bye!”
The next call started out like the previous call.
“Congratulations! I’ll bet you’re excited!”
Recognizing her voice as that of one of Heir 2’s friend’s mother, I assured her I was really excited, this having been the second time in 10 minutes someone has asked me that, but would she be so kind as to tell what I was so excited about?
“You mean you don’t know? No one told you?”
Finally…finally…she informed me Heir 2 had won first place in the state and a prize of $100 (which he celebrated by promptly losing the check). It seems one of the local attendees called her mother who called someone else’s mother who finally called the mother who called me but assumed Heir 2 had already called. (They don’t know Heir 2. When he won, his thoughts went something like this: “Oh, jeese. Now everyone’s going to be expecting me to be smart or something. Wait! I’ll do some really stupid trick involving a skate board, the roof of the bus and a shopping cart. I wonder if there’s anything to eat…”)
Now all this friendliness is all well and good. But sometimes…Well, why is it that on the day I need to just run into the drug store and get a box of tampons, the person in front of me just got her photos of Disney World back and wants to share it with everyone in the store?
Why don’t I just stand on the counter and announce, “Everyone! As much as I’m enjoying reliving Matilda’s vacation, I’m currently menstruating and, since I’m buying my tampons here instead of the less costly warehouse store, this is obviously an emergency. For all those of you keeping track, my period began yesterday, so you can all start counting from then.”
I’m sure in 25 days or so I’ll get a phone call from a helpful neighbor reminding me to pick up tampons.
* I found out later, there was talk over whether I was “Eye-talian” or Jewish, but since someone told someone who heard from someone at the church where we were going to be married that I had asked if I could wear my mother’s crucifix at my wedding, they decided I must be one of those “Cat-lic Eye-talians.” I’m not sure what led them to think I was either since I am of only half Italian extraction and my full Italian relatives think I look Germanic (whatever that means).