All of this happened on a
summer day in Sacramento, capital of California and a pretty large city but in
some respects still a small town.
Fred Basset selected a new
shirt and a pair of newly-pressed slacks. He had finally managed to secure a
date, well, kind of a date, with Courtney Culpepper and wanted to look his
best. Courtney had agreed to meet him at a downtown coffee shop that afternoon.
He was looking forward to it with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. If the
coffee shop went well hed ask her out for dinner.
Fred was 30 years old and
looked somewhat older with his thinning hair and round eyeglasses. He was of
average height and average in every other way. He worked in a State office as a
statistician. He was adept with numbers and did his work quietly and
efficiently. He didnt like office politics and so wasnt apt to get
a promotion anytime soon. He didnt mind this. He was satisfied with his
job and his main focus was Courtney, who was an analyst in his office.
Courtney, with her auburn hair, green eyes and the figure of a model, was a
beauty. She was also very popular. Fred had asked her out for a coffee several
times before and she always told him she was busy. He imagined she had lots of
dates. But this time, to his surprise, shed said All right,
although in a rather dismissive way. That was okay with Fred; he was finally
going to be seeing her.
Courtney Culpepper had just
finished packing her travel bag. But I thought you had a date with that
Fred Whats-his-name, said her roommate Diane.
Yeah, but do you
think Im going to pass up a chance to go to Tahoe for the weekend just
because of that nerd?
just stand him up? Whatll you tell him next time you see him at the
Ill tell him something came up. Itll be okay. Hes been
mooning over me for months. Thats the only reason I said Id meet
him in the first place. I guess I felt a little sorry for him. A car horn
sounded from outside. Oh, thats my ride. Well, Ill see you.
Cindy Smith surveyed
herself in her mirror. She had put on her best dress and applied more make-up
than usual. She was 29, a plain but pleasant-faced young lady with brown hair,
usually worn in a bun when she was at work in the library, but now taken down.
She rather looked like what she was, a librarian. She rarely had dates but this
afternoon she was meeting someone, a friend of her brothers, at a
downtown coffee shop. She had hopes but they werent too high. She knew
what she looked like, even with her hair down, 29 and a librarian and on her
way to becoming a spinster. But maybe this would be the beginning of something
Charlie Travers was getting
ready to go out. He was a tall good-looking young man who was a legislative
aide. He almost always had a date on the weekend. This weekend the girl
hed been seeing the last few weeks had gone out of town so he had kind of
a blind date with someone else, doing a favor for a friend.
Dont tell me
youre going to meet that girl? said his roommate Doug Blake.
Yeah, I guess so. Her brother has been at me the last two weeks. I guess
she doesnt have too many dates, maybe none.
probably a dog.
Yeah, could be but I
cant back out now. Its only at some coffee shop. Ill take a
look and if I dont like what I see Ill just walk out
Thats kind of
Charlie shrugged again.
Shell get over it. Ill think of some excuse to make to her
Fred had been sitting in
the coffee shop for almost an hour nursing a latte. Every time the door opened
he had hopes but it was never Courtney. The door opened again but it was a tall
good-looking young guy. He looked around and a young woman sitting a few tables
away looked up expectantly. The young guy made a sort of grimace and went out
again. The womans face crumpled and she took off her glasses and
wiped her eyes. Fred thought she might be crying. Hed noticed her before
as she was the only other person besides himself sitting alone and, like
himself, seemed to be waiting for someone.
On an impulse Fred stood up
and went over to the womans table. Are you alright? he
She looked up. Yes,
Do you mind if I sit
down. I was expecting to meet someone but I guess Ive been stood
Ive been stood up, too.
You know, you look
familiar. Have we met before?
I dont think
so. I work at the downtown library.
That must be it. I
work downtown for the State and I go there a lot during my
lunchtime. Uh, can I get you another latte?
A mocha. Yes, that
would be nice.
For the next two hours Fred
and Cindy told each other their life stories, then they went to dinner. When,
years later, they told their children how they met the kids thought it was
pretty funny. I dont know if Charlie and Courtney ever met. If they did,
theyd know they were two of a kind and its possible they did meet.
Sacramento is in many ways still a small town.