By Ashley Lodato
Last week’s story about Richard Hart walking out of an event in someone else’s shoes reminded me of a similar situation that happened in 2009. I believe the statute of limitations on keeping funny-but-somewhat-embarrassing stories under wraps is about five years, so I think this little tale is fair game now, and Richard’s story provides a perfect segue. I may never get a better chance.
Fran Kaul and I, as well as half-a-dozen others, were at a meeting at Molly Patterson’s house nearly seven years ago, and we had all left our shoes in the mudroom. Before the meeting adjourned, Fran had to depart early to fulfill another commitment. She put on her shoes and rushed out the door.
I was the last to leave the meeting and when I went to the mudroom to put on my shoes, I could only find one of them. After extensive searching and false accusations made against Molly’s dog, I realized that there was one other lone shoe left in the mudroom. In addition to my shoe, which was some sort of sneaker, there was a Chaco-like sandal. As Molly and I were puzzling over this mystery, a car raced into Molly’s driveway in a cloud of dust. Fran Kaul came running up the stairs, a sandal on one foot, a sneaker on the other, and an unbelievably sheepish grin on her face.
Now if you have a hard time imagining walking out with someone else’s shoes on, just imagine walking out with two completely different shoes on your feet. Not two similar-but-slightly-different flip flops, but two shoes that don’t even belong to the same shoe family. If this were a shoe store, these shoes would be located not only on different aisles, they would be in different departments.
Here’s the irony: The reason that Fran was rushing away from our meeting is that she was expected on a team the Public School Funding Alliance’s Trivia Night competition. You know, where the brightest minds in the valley gather to awe and amaze with their mind-boggling brilliance. Where those people with minds like steel traps, those people who don’t miss a single trick, those people who inspire you to just bask in the glow of their searing intellect — Trivia Night is where those people demonstrate the sheer awesomeness of their prodigious memory and brainpower. That’s where Fran Kaul was headed, wearing one of my sneakers and a sandal of her own.
I’d like to welcome the new Twisp columnist, Sarah Schrock, to the fold. When you’re staring blankly at a Word document on Sunday nights wondering who else is filtering through the week’s non-news events and deciding what’s fit for print, it’s good to know who your peeps are.