I talk to a lot of people.
It doesn’t matter if I know you at all. If the conversation is good, then I’m here for it. I’d like to think of myself as a generally amicable person that way. With my love for random discourse comes a specific conversation that continues to follow me around. I can’t seem to shake it. I’ve grown accustomed to the fact that I cannot escape the starter question. And it’s off to the races from there. It happens All. The. Time!!
Actually, it just happened a few weeks ago.
I walked in the mall, and was beckoned by an older gentleman. I walked over to see what he wanted, and the typical Jarrod Brown conversation ensued. It went something like this.
Old Man (OM): Say, I have a job offer for you.
Me: Oh yeah? What’s that?
OM: You can be on the Vikings offensive line. They’ll hire you! *said with amusement*
Me: You think so? I think they are doing alright without me this season. *insert amicable yet fake laugh*
OM: What’s your name?
Me: Jarrod. And yours?
OM: Bob. And that’s Bob and Betty.
I reach out to greet him and his colleagues with handshakes and smiles while Bob #1 (Formally known as Old Man) tells me the tales of his friendship with Bob #2. Love, laughter, and awkwardness fill the air. I’ll let you guess who felt awkward. The discussion continued and pretty soon, I got another regular question.
Bob #1: Where are you from?
Me: Here (Minot).
Bob #1: Originally.
Me: I’m from Minot.
Bewildered, Bob numero uno took a second to ponder this bombshell. How can this black man be from Minot, ND, and not be affiliated with Minot State athletics, the Air Force, or the oil field? The look on his face was priceless. He finally shook it off after what seemed like an eternity (It was probably no more than 5 seconds. Time is fleeting), and continued on wth the convo whilst I was looking for ways to escape. This was my lunch hour, and the burger stand was calling my name.
Such is life in my world. That’s a typical conversation with Jarrod Brown.