Red towered over me as I slouched, pen in hand, ready to sign the petition.

“A murderer is about to be let out on parole. I can’t let that happen.” She crossed her arms over her chest and waited.

There I was, a hapless bird, flying straight into the nose of a speeding train. I forced the pen in a series of up and down strokes. The resulting line of jagged teeth was not an actual signature. I handed back the petition and pen then hurriedly finished scanning my order. I slipped a hundred dollar bill into the cash slot, my trembling fingers retrieved the change. No time now to redeem the dollar off coupon, so I stuffed it in my pocket. Eyes straight ahead toward the automatic door, I pushed the cart forward.

Red stepped in front of me. She held out the petition and pen.

“I need you to sign this again. It has to be a legible signature.”

I looked into her cool eyes, then squared up my shoulders and said, “I’m sorry. I don’t want to sign that petition.”

The rising fury on her face was as palpable as the lump in my throat. Half a heartbeat later, I pushed my cart outdoors into safety.

Silly of me to agree to sign the petition before knowing the issue at hand. I assumed it was about a store policy change regarding a school rewards program. Then, when Red blurted out the purpose behind her petition, I felt unable to reverse my decision.

I pushed the cart to my SUV embarrassed and mad. Damn mad. Mad at myself for not saying exactly how I felt before I drew the jagged teeth and mad at Red for stepping out of bounds in the unspoken contract between customer service person and customer. In this case, me, the customer, who apparently left her spine in the milk cooler.

The thing is, I want to be liked by the people around me. I make an effort to get along with my neighbors, the teller at the bank, my dental hygienist, and even the voice coming through the speaker in the fast food drive through. Yet, in my zeal to be liked, I had just made a fool of myself in that self checkout line.

Not only did I think the petition was about another issue, but casting a vote to rescind parole would take more time to decide than just a few minutes in a checkout line. I was in such a state of despair over my action of pretending to sign while not signing that I couldn’t explain myself at all to Red.

You see, I admired her. She is one of those people who exudes confidence like a puppy jumps for morning kibble. Attentive and sharp, she is ready to salute at a moment’s notice. She has red curly hair fashioned in a tight pony tail, never a strand out of place. Naturally tall and thin, her clothes are clean, neat, starched and just a smidge out of style. I liked going through her line, be it the self checkout or full service because she always had a smile and a quiet intelligence that made my experience of buying groceries easier.

The next few months in the store, when Red saw me approaching, she turned away. I avoided her too. I even considered shopping elsewhere but if I changed direction every time I embarrassed myself by the foolish little things I always seem to do, I’d be forever looking for another grocery.

Then, one day, I was pushing my cart down the main aisle. The store was undergoing yet another massive renovation. My frustration mounted because none of the hand written signs told me where the raisins were. I needed to ask. Red was stationed in the middle of the store thoroughfare, answering questions from many of the patrons like me, unable to find anything.

She stood taller than most of us, her hands comfortably behind her back, only to appear when pointing the way.

I pushed my cart toward her, just out of her peripheral vision and in a loud voice said, “Can you tell me where the raisins are?”

She said, “Yes! The raisins are in aisle eight.”

As she was lifting her arm to point, her mouth in a smile, she turned her head to look down at me, the customer who just asked the question.

When she saw it was me, her brows descended and her forehead crinkled, then her smile left her face but only for a moment. Her confident, professional facade was in full force and to cover her lapse, she said, “The store is a mess right now. I’m glad to point the way.”

I gave her a hearty “Thank you!” and pushed my cart toward aisle eight secretly chanting with glee, “Made you look. Made you look.”

For Red, I had a black mark. But I felt as if I had just won some sort of victory. I could tolerate being that person who in someone else’s eyes was not exactly respected. I knew that one incident didn’t define me entirely. I was just someone who made mistakes and moved on despite them.

One spring day, my husband Jeff and I were together shopping for a party. After we had loaded up our cart, we headed toward the checkout. I saw Red standing behind her register. I turned to Jeff and said, “Let’s go to that line there.”

We filed into Red’s line and as soon at the conveyer belt allowed, we began loading on our groceries. It had been nearly a year since the original petition incident and this checkout would be my and Red’s most prolonged contact yet.

I had two things in my favor. First, I had a cart full of cookies. Only a clerk with a steel trap mind could keep from inquiring. And second, I had Jeff, a friendly and funny fellow who has a knack for making most people smile.

Jeff provided me with a new dimension. No longer was I just the woman who faked signed a petition, but I was a woman who had a friendly, outgoing husband and a woman who bought cookies by the cart load.

Jeff told Red we were having an anniversary party for our employee who had worked for us the past ten years and Red confided she had worked at the grocery store for nine years.

“I doubt I’ll get a party when I’ve been here ten,” she said.

She and Jeff chatted and laughed. When the order was complete, the bags packed into the cart, the bill paid, Red handed me the receipt and told me about an online survey. I half listened like I tend to do, grateful for the smiles and absence of anxiety.

When she completed her spiel, I said, “Okay, thanks.”

We left with a wave, pushing out our cart of cookies. Jeff with his usual bounding energy and me with a grin, a reflection of my reprieve.

I’m sure I will always be, to Red, the one who fake signed her petition. Time, however, had removed the sting of anger from her face.


This is a true story from 2013. I still shop at the same grocery and have never been asked again, thank God, to sign another petition.

Happy New Year!


About Pam Huggins

I love to hang out with my family, ride motorcycles, and draw comics.
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39 Responses to PAMO VERSUS RED

  1. Bob says:

    You’re good!!!

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  2. 😂😂 I am so going to sign petitions with jagged teeth in future! Happy new Year to you and Jeff xxxx

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  3. chrisrenney says:

    Pam Pam Pam this is an excellent subject to share. Happy 2017 to you both xxxxxxxx😊😌😀😄😅😂

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  4. captelaine says:

    Tough biker chic like you… I don’t believe this… you made this story up… good story, that I really enjoyed reading… but the stunning ending, that it was a true story… well I just couldn’t wrap my mind around that part. Happy New Year Pamo… next time, if ever there is one, instead of signing, draw your cat, laugh and walk away. 🙂

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  5. Rob Shauf says:

    Happppppy new yearrr!!!

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  6. Fun story Pamo! I hope you and Jeff have a wonderful New Year – and Red too. 🙂

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  7. I love a woman with guts, principles and a pen which draws jagged teeth.
    Happy New Year, Pam. 🙂

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  8. Tony McGurk says:

    I can’t believe you fake signed a petition… I mean who does that???
    Only joking, I don’t like signing things either 😀
    I remember getting in trouble when I was in the Navy. One guy at the dockyard workshop I was posted to at the time had Greenpeace connections. There was a visiting US Warship due to visit Sydney in the coming weeks which would dock at the Garden Island Naval Dockyard. He was going around the workshop asking us all to sign a Greenpeace petition he had. We all not realising the consequences of putting our name to such a petition was not a good decision. The Naval powers to be found out about it. His home was raided by Naval Police & all his Greenpeace stuff confiscated. He was disciplined & made an example of. Those of us who signed the petiotion were frantic for weeks after that we were gunna be dragged down with him.
    I won’t sign petitions for anything now as you never know what’s gunna be done with that list of names & who it’s gunna be handed on to.
    Gosh I just writ my own blog post

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    • Pam Huggins says:

      “I mean who does that???” Bahahahahahahaha!

      I appreciate your blog post comment!!! Always appreciated. Thank you Tony.
      (Thank you for your service. 🙂 )


  9. Tony McGurk says:

    ^^^^^^^ here’s some jagged teeth for you to copy & paste for any online petitions

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  10. Jean Spitzer says:

    Happy new year!

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  11. danscanvas says:

    Happy new year! Such a different place. I cannot imagine being asked anything political by the employee of a grocery store here. I hope you and Jeff have a wonderful new year.

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  12. CPUGuy1 says:

    So it was a good out come … Good.
    Oh, Yes … Here’s wishing to You And Yours a Happy New Year!

    Now, do you want to sign a petition on getting rid of petitions?
    I don’t see that going too far, before some one looks me in the eyes and Laughs at me. (Well, had to try.)

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  13. Binky says:

    We all do some things we regret, and most of the time I think we think they are a lot worse than they really are. We tend to dwell on our own mistakes, but are usually a lot more lenient with other people’s transgressions.

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  14. …beautiful…thank you Pamo…now, again with pictures please….”whip cracking noise”…. (happy new year…)….

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  15. Carrie Rubin says:

    Fun to see a longer piece from you, Pam. Loved reading it! I agree–a little more thought is needed before signing a petition like that. Was unfair to just thrust it at you. Glad you and Red are in a better place now though. 🙂

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  16. Cyn K says:

    I hope you know that you were included in Elan Morgan’s Five Star Mixtape this week:
    So glad to see her include your story.

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