Vince The Boom

I ran into my friend Vince at Taco Fiesta. I hadn’t seen him in over a year. I didn’t recognize him right off, and he knew it.

“Is that Anthony?” he asked. Maybe he didn’t recognize me either with the question.

There was a confused look on my face before I figured it out. 

Vince is a boom operator for a reputable television show. It’s a funny show and frankly I’m impressed that he’s in such close company with the actors on the show. It wouldn’t be right to name drop so I won’t.

“I tried to get in touch with you. You must be too good for me, because I never heard back from you, “ Vince said.

I do the best I can to answer text messages and what not so I was surprised by the comment.

“It doesn’t sound like me to not respond. I think I’d respond if you sent me a text,” I answered. “What number do you have?

Vince dug into his pocket and fished out his phone.

“831.”

“Oh, that’s my old number, no wonder. I have a new number.”

              I gave Vince my new number and the problem was solved. My order came up and I said good-bye to Vince. I walked away wondering how long he was holding on to his hurt feelings, and if he wished me wrong for all that time. Things change quickly, one minute I'm a too-good jackass, the next minute I'm a stand up guy.