slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

By Peter Merkl

They say our beloved Lone Star State is so big that somewhere in Texas there's a town with your name on it. I had my doubts, until one sunny vacation day I was head down some lonesome highway west of Abilene when I came upon it--a large, green exit sign for Merkel.

It's a funny sounding name which easily lends itself to derision. "Merk the Jerk" and "Jerkl" tormented me through grammar school. Poor Fred Merkle's infamous baseball boner and Steve Urkel's urkelness both harmed the cause. My Aunt Angie, over in Germany, elevated the name somewhat, until recently. But overall, it's been something of a minor affliction which brides in my family are usually happy to get rid of.

But there it was in big white letters, taking its rightful place alongside Houston, Austin, and San Antonio. So, I skidded the car to a stop and asked my wife to take photos of me standing proudly by the sign as passing drivers honked their horns, pointed, and laughed.

Back behind the wheel, a previously unknown feeling of ancestral p***e swept over me, and I realized I had to take the off ramp. I pulled into a gas station, and, while fueling up, asked my wife to go inside the convenience store and see if they had any Merkel souvenir T shirts for sale. She still hadn't come out after I'd finished pumping, so I joined her inside.

The store was packed, and my wife had just managed to get to the front of the line. They didn't have any shirts, but she was asking the cashier if he knew where we could buy some.

"Why would you want Merkel T-shirts?" he asked suspiciously.

"Because my name's Merkl, and I built this town!" I jokingly proclaimed.

Suddenly, a customer pouring herself some coffee shouted, "You built this town? I h**e Merkel! I keep leaving and it keeps hauling me back!" Then she scowled and advanced toward me brandishing a cup of steaming coffee.

"He didn't really build Merkel," my wife added helpfully while d**gging me toward the door.

"The T-shirts?" I implored the cashier over my shoulder.

"There's a dollar store in town that has them."

As we rushed out the door, the woman hooted, "What kind of name is Merkel anyway?"

If I had any sense, I'd have bee-lined for the freeway, but I was determined to wear that shirt and finally show the world my surname was legit.

While driving around looking for the store, I noticed that the tiny town could've used a coat of paint, but that only endeared it to me because, frankly, so could I.

The dollar store was crowded as my wife and I scoured the aisles looking for our prize. We soon found a stack of purple shirts with 'Merkel Badgers,' the high school team name, proudly emblazoned in gold lettering across the chest. I grabbed six of them and headed t the lone cashier where I proudly placed the shirts on the counter in front of her.

"Why are you buying so many Badgers shirts?" she asked.

"Because my name's Merkl, and..."

"No," my wife hissed in my ear, "do not say it."

"...I built this town!"

The cashier laughed and asked if my name was really Merkel. I showed her my driver's license and said, "I think we lost the second 'e' at Ellis Island, but my name is Merkel."

I noticed there was a long line of shoppers behind us by then, so I whipped out my credit card and swiped it through the reader with a flourish. "I'm sorry Mr. Merkl," the cashier said, "but it was rejected. Try again." I swiped it again, with the same result.

"Let me try another card," I croaked, as I swiped a second one, which was also promptly rejected. Palms sweating, I asked the next person in line to go ahead of us, but she smiled sweetly and said, "Oh, no, Mr. Merkel, you built this town. You take your time. I can wait." All the customers behind her nodded in hearty agreement.

I fumbled in my wallet for my third and last credit card, but it was also rejected. At that moment my wife remembered she had a stash of vacation cash in the car, which she ran out to retrieve. We quickly paid for the shirts and hustled out of the store as everyone cheerily wished the Merkls safe travels.

Back in the car, I picked up my beeping phone from the console and found that all three credit card companies were texting me that a suspicious charge was being made and asking me to verify that I was making the purchase.

I'm definitely going back someday. I want a Badgers baseball cap.

Tug484

Aww. There's a road outside Abilene that is named for my family.

bahmer

Good one. Now Angela Merkel has a retirement home here in the US.

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

Really, Bahmer. I guess you decided Chancellor Merkel is germane to the thread.