Open mouth, insert foot, you now qualify for new club
By: Terri Jenkins-Brady Special to the Messenger
By TERRI JENKINS-BRADY
Special to The Messenger
If you wanted to bet on a sure thing, you could bet your best friend or even family members that at some point in their life, they’ve put their foot in their mouth. And wished they hadn’t.
That’s the basis for a new club that’s forming — the “Reckon I Shouldn’t Have Said That” Club.
“We all share that same quality,” the informal club’s founder, Robert Reed, said in a recent interview. “No matter where you’re from, or your income level, or your education — everybody ends up in the ‘Reckon I Shouldn’t Have Said That’ Club. We all have to step back and laugh at ourselves. You know, you tell somebody about it and he says, ‘You didn’t say that, did you?’ And you have to say, ‘Yes, I did.’”
Reed is working on a book of incidents like the following:
“I joined the club when I was on a date, turned to the girl sitting beside me in the car and said, ‘We’ll eat anywhere you want, Allison,’ — and her name was Jennifer. Right then was when I joined the ‘Reckon I Shouldn’t Have Said That’ Club.”
He knows quite a few stories of people and the things they say at exactly the wrong time, like the following: “My cousin joined the club when he was in court answering for some bad checks he’d written. The judge very sternly said to him, ‘Have you learned your lesson? Are you ready to make restitution to the court?’
“My cousin looked up and said, ‘Yessir, your Honor. Uh … will they take a check?’”
Reed, who was born and raised in Kenton, has had ample opportunity to start his story collection, having taught karate for the better part of 20 years, worked in local factories and even auditioned for the “Deal or No Deal” TV show.
In fact, it was while waiting in line to be called to the mike (for the better part of 10 hours), that the “Reckon I…” Club idea began to formulate in Reed’s head. The auditions were held in Metropolis, Ill., with 1,500-1,600 people there. “All of us had to stand in line and not get out of it for any reason. Well, after a while, people had to get someone to hold their place for them (during a restroom break or to get something to eat). I started thinking, ‘We’re all in this together.’ … That led to thinking about some of the things we say….” The idea for the club just sort of popped into his head.
With the five children he and his wife, Shawna, have, Reed may collect enough material for several volumes. His son, David, recently came home from school and admitted he had to write 200 sentences about not talking in class. Reed reported that his son looked at him and with a little grin said, “Reckon I shouldn’t have said that, huh, Dad?”
If you’d like to contribute your story of how and when you joined the “Reckon I Shouldn’t Have Said That” Club to Robert Reed, you may e-mail him at firstname.lastname@example.org
Editor’s note: Terri Jenkins-Brady, a Kenton resident and a partner in Write Up the Road Publishing with her husband Tim, is a former newspaper editor and columnist.
Published in The Messenger 5.22.08