The Story of Real

The Story of Real: If Real were a character, what would it be? A happenstance? Perhaps a chance-in-stance? There is the old standby… kismet. Which equals fate in anybody’s language.

Margaret MacDonald; by this stage of her life was virtually called by everyone she knew plane old Meg. Every once in a while she would think back on her high school days, when everyone called her, “Meg McMuffin.” Which she did not necessarily mind, because she was very much aware of some of the not so nice handles that were thrust upon others in her school.

The weekend was but a day away. Meg had Saturday and Sunday off from her usual duties of being a checker at Safeway. That morning while she was having her coffee, she read an article in the Union Tribune on how the team members of the San Diego Padres would be staging a meet and greet at the Embarcadero along the wharf.

“I need to meet some new people, and I certainly would like to attract a new man in my life.” Which seemed to be a reoccurring mantra in Meg’s mind.

It wasn’t uncommon for Meg to run into potential boyfriends wherever she went. Her overall attractiveness with her blonde hair shapely figure, and her unique shade of blue eyes, insured the fact that she would be approached. This time, for no definable reason she had the idea it would be nice to meet and date, and maybe marry a baseball…