Friday, December 26, 2008

Mistake in Identity

It’s hard to recognize people out of their normal context. The grocery clerk who checks you out every week looks unfamiliar at the library. The nurse from your allergist’s office is unrecognizable at the gym.

So it’s understandable how I came to assault a former co-worker at the theater.

As most of you know, my former company has had some tough times recently. Declining sales and escalating costs have forced them to lay off a lot of good people. It’s become a ritual, as each quarter ends, to see people carrying their boxes to the door. So when a friend invited me to come see him play Alfred P. Doolittle in My Fair Lady at the Theater Guild, it sounded like a welcome break.

I’ve come to expect certain things from community theater. I expect some mishap on stage – a missed cue, a forgotten line, a misplaced prop. I expect cookies and punch at intermission. And I expect to run into Mr. Scott.

Chuck Scott taught in the Dayton school system his entire career, and he gave many Wilbur Wright students, including me, their first chance to see live theater. Almost every time I go to the Theater Guild or the Dayton Playhouse, I run into him.

So it was no surprise to glimpse him across the “U” that forms the Guild’s stage. He looked different somehow. Thinner, maybe, or a different haircut. At the intermission, he was still sitting there, which was odd, because he’s usually in the lobby, hobnobbing with former students.

I decided to ignore these important clues. “I’m going to go say ‘hi’ to Mr. Scott,” I told my husband. “Be right back.”

I scampered across the empty stage. When he saw me coming he got to his feet, smiling a little. I threw my arms around him and gave him a big hug. He didn’t hug back. Then I looked at the woman beside him. She wasn’t Mrs. Scott.

And she wasn’t happy.

John, my former co-worker, introduced me, looking bemused.

Now the smart thing to do at this point would have been to admit my mistake and march my flaming face back to my seat, but that’s not what I did. Instead, I stood there, babbling. And babbling. And babbling. Finally, John cleared his throat, and I realized that the lights had flashed three times, signaling the audience to return to their seats. And everyone had, except me.

I scuttled across the stage, with the whole place glaring at me, and plopped myself down beside my husband. I whispered what I’d done.

Fortunately, the play was a comedy.

13 comments:

Lilly's Life said...

OMG that was so funny and so like something I would do too! I bet you were distracted the whole night then....I also be it gave him something to talk about though.

bernthis said...

I'm still working on picking up those social cues.

Errant said...

lol .. so funny .. but seems like you wasn't really embarrassed oe felt somehow uncomfortable .. u kept talking and that's the good thing !

Vodka Mom said...

omg that is SO something I would do!!

Cracked me the hell up!!!!

buffalodick said...

I agree wholeheartedly! I know, I've done it too!

Coffee with Cathy said...

So good to know that I'm not the only one who embarrasses herself like this. My signature faux pas is introducing myself to people I've known for decades or to folks I've seen about a billion times in the past year. But at least I introduce myself!!!

Comedy Goddess said...

I like that you stayed in there fighting your way through acting as if...I would have too.

Chef E said...

I tend to excuse people in those situations just in case they are a co-worker or just an old friend out for a night of fun...okay that still sounds suspicious, lol

Your story telling has me coming back for more!

Far Side of Fifty said...

At least you were still babbling, very funny!:)

Anna Lefler said...

Oh, man, I would have babbled, too. It's my default setting in those situations...

Happy New Year!

:^) Annna

High Desert Diva said...

Oh no!

Joy said...

Oh Jeanne, that was a great story and well-told. I am grinning here thinking how appalled you must have been, but yet having a sense of humor about it nonetheless. Thanks for sharing it. And thanks so much for stopping by my SCSI blog earlier. :o)

The W.O.W. factor said...

Hi Jeanne, glad you stopped by! I've been reading here and what a beautiful family you have.
I love how you write!!
I'd have been doing the same thing...babbling, and Cowboy would have been dragging me away!

(no, I don't think we got the 'worst' of the weather, just when it's a VERY small diminishing community, relying on Agriculture..survival becomes top priority...any mishaps Mother Nature tosses at us, makes for tougher times and tougher hides!)

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