A Night In My Hometown - Meredith Rines

I live in a small town outside of my college town and some times when I venture into town I see things/people that I don’t like or understand, but it’s my hometown.

I’m going to tell you a story of my Friday night, well part of it that it is. It all started when I tried to be a good fiance to J who had already clocked a 14 hour day with no end it sight. So, I thought food. That’s the way to any man’s heart, right? I mean that’s what I was always told by family and it always seem to work. It’s funny because the way to my heart is chocolate and that’s technically food, so I guess that’s the way to anyone’s heart – their favorite food.

Anyway back to my hometown story…

My hometown doesn’t offer too many options for good food, so, I ordered some wings for J at a local pizza joint. I went to pick them up and they weren’t ready so I grabbed a seat to wait. In walks this man, I instantly got a weird vibe from him and hoped that he wouldn’t sit next to me to wait for his order. Now, let me say that I am never that person. I really can talk to anyone, but some people give me the creeps and this man was no exception.

He sat down and said hello. I said hello back. Then he starts making fun of one of the workers. I wasn’t a fan of that so I just sat there nodding, which I guess that opened the door to more free conversation. The next topic he decided to talk about was boobs. Other women’s boobs …for about five minutes. All I kept thinking was really, seriously?

Seriously?!? Do I look like I am open to that type of conversation? I don’t want to hear about how five years ago you got to see a girl who was probably 15 at the time that had ginormous boobs.

I just sat there with my fingers crossed and hoped that my order would be up and I could hear that magically words, “Meredith To Go.” I may or may not have jumped up so fast that I almost face planted into the counter.

Oh it’s just another night in my hometown. Got to love it!

Cheers!