Ego? What ego?

          There’s a small shop here in our small town that - alongside fancy teas, apples from a nearby orchard, and artisanal breads – sells my books and those of my neighbor Dave, who's a local historian.

 

  

        Saturday, My Guy opened up our free area paper and called out, “That ad is here again.”

          This identical ad has been running through the fall. Were they never going to fix it? After all these weeks, I decided it was time to set the record straight and emailed the owner, a very nice lady.

 

          “While reading the December 25th issue of the Times, I noticed your ad on the back page. While I really appreciate being included in your listings of products, I'd like to draw your attention to an error. 

     Under my neighbor Dave Boucier's name, my name is also listed. 

Unfortunately, rather than "Marty Damon's Books", I am instead listed as "Marty's Local". 

     Sadly, as fun as it might be, I'm not the owner of a neighborhood pub.

     Any chance this could be corrected?

     Thanks, and Happy New Year to you and your family,”

         Marty

 

Her response:

 

“I hope you had a nice holiday! 

 

This ad was actually created before we carried your products, so your name was not included on this list - Marty’s Local is a local distribution company we work with to purchase produce from local farms. It is not an error, but I really appreciate you checking in about it!”

 

Good thing we’re leaving soon for the land of sunshine and crazy people.

My face is currently too red with shame to be seen around these parts.