RECORD STORE TALES #882: The Day KK Came Back
Working retail means you can’t control who you see on a day-to-day basis. Faces from the past are part of the job. Teachers, old neighbours, bullies, and so on. Sometimes it’s not a face you really cared to see again. For example, there was this one kid named Terry Moulton from grade school. He was known as a burnout even in grade eight. The word in class is that he would skip to go and smoke pot with his dad. One day I was working and who should show up to sell me some used CDs but Terry. He recognized me. I’m not so good with faces from the that long ago, but I remembered the name. I made him a generous offer on the discs, and asked for his ID. We had to ask for ID in order to buy anything used from the public. Part of theft prevention. Of course Terry didn’t have any ID so I skipped that part for him as a favour. I asked for his address and he didn’t even have a fixed address. I broke a few bi-laws by buying discs from him that day.
My journal records another encounter with a forgotten face from the Catholic school days.
Kevin Kirby’s name was ingrained in my memory even if I didn’t recognize his face. Kirby was into metal when none of the other kids were. He had Black Sabbath, Van Halen and Ozzy records thanks to an older sister. He was my “friend” I guess. Friends by circumstance, not by choice? Frenemies? He copied my homework. He pushed me around. He made fun of me. Once he picked on me, and I fought back, so he cried to his mom about it. His mom called the school.
According to my journal the last time I saw him was in 2004.
Date: 2004/08/04
An interesting day, thus far.
A couple assholes, but not many in general.
Saw Jessica, waved hello.*
Then a dude with a mullet came in. Bought a CD. Asked if I remembered him. He knew my name. Kevin Kirby it was…guy who used to pick on me in grade eight. Nice to see ya, pal.
He might have been into good music, but he was a prick to me in our last year of school together. Don’t care if I ever see him again.
Yours Truly
* Jessica was Money Mart Girl who I had a crush on.
mikeladano.com 
I take it this isn’t the same KK who sometimes comments here?
LikeLiked by 1 person
That was my first, confused, thought when I read the title
LikeLiked by 2 people
You guys need to watch the show more so you don’t miss these important details :)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hopefully I don’t miss anything important this week
LikeLiked by 1 person
You better not miss it :)
But yeah several times in past weeks, I mentioned a story called The Day KK Came Back which has nothing to with reader KK or KK Downing :)
LikeLiked by 1 person
And here’s my ignorant ass not picking up on any of it
LikeLike
Interesting…not sure why my mind didn’t go there immediately.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lol no! I announced multiple times it wasn’t going to be.
LikeLike
It seems that I missed the memo. Maybe fax it to me next time.
LikeLiked by 1 person
LOL, we still get faxes at the office too.
At least KK got the memo which was the main thing! That’s the only person I didn’t want assuming the wrong thing.
LikeLiked by 2 people
That would have been awkward.
“That KK guy! What an asshole!”
WordPress KK: “What did I do? I thought they liked me!!!”
LikeLiked by 1 person
I am so glad he was watching and got the message!
LikeLike
Doctors over here still use faxes to communicate patient info between each other. It’s far easier to hack into an email than a fax
LikeLike
Found this cool quote: Thanks to the people that walked into my life and made it better. And thanks to the ones that walked out that made it amazing.
LikeLiked by 4 people
THIS.
LikeLike
I was the one who walked away and it was the best thing I ever did.
LikeLike
It’s a wonder any of us get through high school, man. What a soup of hormones and finding out who you are, all while trying to work hard and find out what you want to become. Gah.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Even worse was grade school with teachers who didn’t care.
LikeLike
Sucks there was such apathy for you. My grade school experience was a little different. My Dad was one of the teachers there the whole time I attended, so all the teachers knew me (and my sister).
LikeLike
My 5th grade teacher absolutely despised me! She totally picked favorites. We never did anything to really earn her ire, we were just a little ornery as kids sometimes are. She was never so hard on any of my friends, but I guess she hated me because I questioned her judgment the most when she did things like arbitrarily deciding I couldn’t sit with my friends at lunch anymore and she made me sit with the star pupil girls (whose grades weren’t as good as mine).
My teacher was the bully!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I had at least one teacher that was a bully.
LikeLike
Maybe “bully” is too strong a word in my case. She backed off when I told one of the girls she made me sit with that she (the teacher) was a bitch. I got told on and she did nothing. Then my friends and I just sat together the next day and for the rest of the year.
I got in trouble a lot in elementary school. I wasn’t made for that kind of micromanaging. The kind teachers must do for kids that age. The senseless rules. I was a little maladjusted bastard (hard to believe), but I don’t remember being that bad in 5th grade. Didn’t really get into any trouble in school after that. Though I was a star pupil so the principal liked me and I could talk my way out of anything.
LikeLike
That was really good of you to buy those CDs from Terry. When Sarah and I first moved to Stouffville in 2006 there were bylaws on selling anything used. It was weird to have a Blockbuster that would not take in any video game trade-ins.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The problem was, I had to make sure he understood I was breaking all these bi-laws and it wouldn’t happen a second time. Because guys like that come in to sell a second time and then say “But the other guy lets me sell here.” So I couldn’t have that. He had to know it was a one time deal.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Should have bashed Kirby for walking around with a mullet.
LikeLike