In a small town with a close-knit community, it doesn't take all that long before you know most everybody - and everybody knows you. At least vaguely. Everyone you meet on the street starts looking eeriely familiar. Didn't you just see that lady walking by the grocery store? Doesn't the man sitting at the cafe look like the appendicectomy patient last week? Wasn't that the woman who serves lunch at the canteen?
Umm... do I know you?
Or is that fellow the doctor you met at the hospital?
Been gallivanting around town often enough that certain folks have started to look almost recognizable. Especially those who tend to travel a lot ( since I take the flight across the little puddle almost bimonthly ). Didn't realize however that I've become quite a familiar sight as well.
Seriously. You know you have achieved some notority in town when even storekeepers address you by name. A surprisingly genial one.
Paul : That's three eggs and some bread for me.
Storekeeper : Coming in early today, Dr Paul.
Paul : Huh?
Storekeeper : Usually you come by a bit later.
Paul : You know my name? Were you my patient?
Storekeeper : Of course not. We've just seen you around.
Paul : Huh?
Total random storekeeper.
As she waved me goodbye while I hurried out of the store, a dozen crazy thoughts ran through my head. Though I might have stopped in quite a few times the past month, I don't think I've ever given them my name. Don't recall walking by with my name tag emblazoned on my coat - or tattooed indelibly on my forehead. Haven't done anything to make the headlines in the local dailies.
And I don't think I'm wanted by the police as yet.
Don't think she's a friend of a friend on facebook!
Waitaminute, is she one of Charming Calvin's numerous aunts with an agenda? Part of his mother Lady Borgia's underground spy network?