So what I’m thinking is that it is possible for a high-school reject to get revenge. It takes 30 years or so, and the wonderful experience of childbirth, but it’s possible.
Here’s how it happens: you and your husband stop off on the way home from lunch at the neighborhood grocery store (they still have those things, really). At the checkout counter, your husband notices the school team soccer t-shirt that the boy behind the cash register is wearing.
“Do you happen to know Steven G_____?” my husband asks, since Peter’s friend Steven goes to the school advertised on the boy’s shirt.
“Umm, yeah, I sort of know him. He doesn’t really play soccer much now.”
(stuffing of purchases into bag)
Boy behind the register: “How do you know Stephen?”
“He’s a friend of our son’s.”
“Who’s your son?”
“Peter Niehoff.”
“Oh, I know Peter Niehoff!” (pause) “Hey, I was at your house last Friday.”
(throw money, grab bag, exit to car)
Yes, it’s good to have a popular house.
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