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Saturday, July 21, 2007

Grocery Store Encounters

One of my biggest failings (or so I'd like to believe) is that I am not very good at keeping a journal. Or rather, I go through phases: I'll write religiously for several months, and then skip a few months, and then begin again. Lately I've been on one of the "off" phases, for which I recently was heartily reprimanded by my younger sister. Being the oldest child and somewhat more adventurous than my younger siblings have yet been (if you can call moving to Washington D.C. adventurous), I have stories that they always find fun, and which I should probably record somewhere.


Having only recently moved, I have not yet bothered to switch over to Virginia license plates. And as anyone lucky enough to come from Idaho can tell you, the first digits on our license plates identify which county the car comes from. We can tell almost immediately whether the driver comes from the Boise or from St. Mary's or from Rexburg. When I lived in Utah or Idaho, my friends and I would always take note of these license plates, but the game has become much more fun since moving to Virginia and Idaho license plates are a general oddity.

I was driving a friend to the grocery store, and as I pulled into the parking space, noted that the white Jeep parked opposite me had plates to match mine, the '1A' indicating that the owner was from the greater Boise area. I didn't recognize the car as any of my Boise friends', and as we entered the store, I had the fun idea that I might run into someone else that I knew.

The thought didn't last long. We did our shopping and left the store, discussing our opinions on Vice President Cheney, who recently spoke at my univeristy commencement. As we neared the car, I realized that there was a couple putting their own groceries in the back seat of the white Jeep. I had a bit of a double take as I recognized the man as my former governor Dirk Kempthorne, whom I had met on a few occasions and who a year ago was confirmed as President Bush's Secretary of the Interior. I told my friend that he was my old governor, and she retorted, "Well, why don't you go talk to him?" Without giving it a second thought, I introduced myself and explained my funny recognition of his license plates. He, in turn, introduced his wife and we chatted for a few minutes. Soon I decided that the situation was still somewhat awkward, and I excused myself from the conversation. Climbing into my car, I starting rambling about how I probably should have addressed him as "Secretary Kempthorne" rather than "Governor Kempthorne", and my friend was interested to note that we had met a member of Bush's cabinet in the Shoppers parking lot.



I love D.C.

Where else in America can you meet politicians or dignitaries at the grocery store?

1 comments:

kami said...

melanie!! i totally always look for "1A" license plates - everywhere i go! how weird that you ran into dirk kempthorne - lucky you :)...i'm glad you are having such a fun time!!