Monthly Archives: October 2016

Thanks For Complicating My Day, CVS

I just stopped at the CVS for iced coffee. The manager asked me if I wanted a print receipt or some other option. I said, “I don’t care.”

She said, “Well you have to choose one.”

Funny. I didn’t think I was required to do anything, other than pay for my purchases. There’s a Walgreens across the street from this particular CVS. I bet they don’t care how I want my receipt, as long as I don’t attempt to leave the store with the ice cold can of liquid  Legally Make Me Happy.

I Voted For Hillary

I voted early, because I might be working the polls in November.

I voted for Hillary. It’s done now.

This is my sister’s early birthday present. It’s also the early Christmas present for my nephews, nieces, and cousins.

If you have problem with that, you know where the unfriend button is on all of your favorite social media.

Wrong Move, Sir

On my way home this afternoon, a man called my name.

White, fat, bald, tight blue shirt, sunglasses, about my height. I described him this way because this post is intended to be documentation as much as a recounting. The encounter took place about 12:30 PM of this date, outside of the Milk and Honey Grocery store on Church Street, Salem, MA.

He called my name and told me we needed to talk. I told him, “I don’t even know who you are.”

“Yeah you do,” he replied, crossing his arms and speaking in what I assume was meant to be an intimidating tone. “So lets talk.”

Naturally I responded to such aggressive behavior with complete submission and a meek reply of, “How may I help you?”  Not.

I said, “No, I don’t know who you are, and you need to leave me alone.”

“But Nathanielle,” you say. “Surely you were a little rude and probably did something to provoke such an encounter.”

The fact is I have Asperger’s Syndrome and am therefore completely ignorant of all social encounters (sarcasm, people, sarcasm) but if I were this man, the first thing I would have done to rectify the situation would be to clarify who I was and when it was that we officially encountered each other. That would have cleared up the confusion and allowed us to discuss business.

I should say up front that this man was neither Tim, nor Jim. But if this man is connected with the two in anyway, they’re within their rights to distance themselves from him with a quick remark. Maybe he had to do with Dickens being attacked last year, I don’t know. But what I do know is that the people who witnessed this encounter were more concerned with his behavior than with my own.

So as I said, this post is as much about documenting the incident as it is about telling you all what happened.


Tim approached me the other night. Apparently, he got the short end of the stick. As I’ve said before, I’ve had enough of those experiences that I accept that he doesn’t always get the whole story when he’s not present. I accepted his apology.

Jim, if I’m being honest, will have to cough up a kidney at this stage, assuming he’ll even apologize for humiliating me, giving me dirty looks since that day, and, oh yeah, threatening me. I accept that Tim can’t control the behavior of his employees when they are off the clock and out of the store, but if there’s one thing the current presidential campaign teaches us it’s that words and actions can’t just be erased by an apology.

Jim also had plenty of time to clear things up. But if his first reaction to misinformation is to become aggressive and violent towards people before he knows the facts, then it’s only a matter of time before he does it again to someone who is a bit more influential. I’m just a second rate blogger and a first rate kisser, but Salem is still a popular place and we do get people with a slightly larger Twitter following and contrary to popular opinion, there really is such a thing as bad publicity. Ask Bill Cosby if you disagree.

So in closing, I do accept Tim’s apology. I am not going to alter any of the things I’ve written in the past six months. I will retract most of the reviews I posted on the travel sites, but my blog and my videos will remain as a constant reminder that Rome may not have been built in a day, but it was destroyed pretty damned quickly.

The real victim at the end of all this was still the dog.

On the Next Episode of Remember Salem

I honestly don’t know what to think about this. To understand it, I need to post this link to my blog about the incident that happened in June. I’ve tried to put it behind me, but there’s another incident that happened recently. I’m sorry, I’m not spamming, I swear.…/this-is-how-…/

Now, after circling each other and essentially snapping and growling, the owner, Tim Maguire, sent me a friend request on Facebook allegedly claiming that he wants to find out what really went on. Here are his exact words, copied and pasted from the comments section.

Tim Naguire

Hello my name is Tim Maguire I own the shop no one else. I know you as a good customer and have no idea what happened or what your talking about.I would love to talk with you at your convenience about what is going on, please message me on fb or come by my name is Tim again please ask for me I would really like,to find out what is going on.

Tim maguire

I am Tim the owner of Remember Salem I’m not sure what happened but I know you were a great customer in my shop for a long time. I was told by my staff something that may not be true. Jimmy is a neighborhood guy who comes by and does janitor work at the shop he is not an owner. I would like to offer you a possible conversation I would really like to listen to you if there was an error made and what ever I can do to make this right for you, if my employees were incorrect and handled things that way there will be consequences for them. I am not happy with any of this I see you all the time I’m more than happy to talk with you you can call me any time [phone number]
OR please stop me on the street or come by let’s talk

Well… what was stopping him since June? He’s had numerous opportunities to stop me and ask me what happened. I’m not exactly easy to lose in a crowd and Salem’s most crowded moments is during October. I’d be more inclined to talk to him, except the police were called that day, and I frankly felt like I was punched in the gut.

Would I be incredibly stupid trying to meet him in the middle and possibly falling for something?