I was working the concession stand at a high school basketball game. Why? Because I was Sophomore class sponsor and that is part of the job. It is not my favorite job-- no pay, long hours, hot dog dealing, pop corn oil blisters and soda pop stains--oh, yeah, and the sophomores themselves, easily distracted young people more interested in who loves whom than mopping floors, counting change and getting dirty.
I was turning out the Frito Chili Pies: Basket, I pkg Fritos, ladle of chili, double squirt of cheese. (Gotta be careful, the cheese machine has a hair trigger.) Then this old farmer guy in front of the line asked me if I was shakey smith. No one at school knows me as anything but curmudgeonly Mrs. Smith, the Spanish teacher. I was a little slack jawed but nodded yes. He put out a hand--a real, tractor driving farmer hand- and said he wanted to shake the hand of the author who wrote his favorite book. I was too stunned to ask which novel. It was awkward but we shook hands. Mine was kind of chili and cheese coated. I think I wiped it off first. I didn't even get his name but it was a thrill I never will forget.--s6