Inside Writing: Soy Sauce Scene #2


Yesterday, I showed you one variation on the real soy sauce story. Here’s the other one.

Really, is it that much of a surprise to hear how much I love Mitchell?

Mitchell scratched his head as he contemplated the seven varieties of soy sauces. He hadn’t paid much attention when Ma had asked him to pick some up on his way over; he’d figured that just remembering it was the brand with the Chinese name would be good enough.

He could hear her reminder: “Good enough rarely is, Mitchell.” And his father, chiming in about how to find success, a person had to give 100%, all the time.

Clearly, he’d fucked this one up royally.

He was still standing there when a couple walked by. “Get the Ping’s,” the woman said. “It’s the best of the all-natural brands.”

“How can it be best?” the man asked.

“I don’t know,” the woman said. Mitchell smiled at her exasperated tone. “But it is. Maybe they use special soy for it or something. Make it in small batches. I don’t know. Call them and ask.”

Mitchell wondered if they would answer that sort of question if someone called and asked it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the woman nudge the man and make a subtle gesture in his direction. With a sigh, he picked up a bottle of Ping’s soy sauce and tried to be casual as he walked away.

Just what he needed. To be spotted while making an indecisive ass of himself in front of something like soy sauce. It wouldn’t be surprising if, over the next few days, someone’s gossip column mentioned that he used Ping’s Soy Sauce and there’d be a run of it.

And that he’d spend the next six months autographing the stupid labels.

He looked at the label on the bottle he held. Thankfully, it was black. That’d make it hard to sign. No one ever carried Sharpies in colors other than black.

He was safe, at least from that.



  1. karen!

    March 20, 2007 12:45 pm

    yeah, M! :DBR/BR/I was disappointed earlier when I checked in and didn’t see a new post, but I’m satisfied now…

  2. bunnygirl

    March 20, 2007 2:00 pm

    Well, someone could still ask him to autograph it in red or white greasepencil… 🙂

  3. Susan Helene Gottfried

    March 20, 2007 4:26 pm

    what? You carry white or red greasepencil around with you? If so, you gotta hang around my friends. They are always amazed when I pull out the Sharpies (red, black, and blue, mind you).BR/BR/Ahh, the things stage crew teaches you. Never be without a Sharpie. Or three.

  4. Amy Ruttan

    March 20, 2007 9:30 pm

    Ah Mitchell …BR/BR/That’s all I have to say.

  5. Susan Helene Gottfried

    March 20, 2007 10:27 pm

    Isn’t he a cutie?

  6. Rashenbo

    March 21, 2007 6:54 pm

    I’m not really a big soy sauce fan. I prefer just plain ole white rice 🙂

  7. Lindsey

    March 22, 2007 10:39 am

    You’ve shown us loads about Mitchell before now, but I think this is my favourite. And you ‘rough’ writing isn’t really rough at all! 😉

  8. Susan Helene Gottfried

    March 22, 2007 11:13 am

    Aww, Lindsey, thanks!

  9. cheesygiraffe

    March 23, 2007 10:19 am

    Yep there are other color sharpies out there. My favorite is red. That would definitely show up on a black label. hehe

  10. Carmi

    March 23, 2007 12:26 pm

    I like how your artifacts seem to become characters in and of themselves.BR/BR/I grew up with grease pencils tucked behind my ear – I was a radio producer during and after my undergrad – and I still miss having them around.

  11. Susan Helene Gottfried

    March 23, 2007 12:47 pm

    Thanks, Carmi! BR/BR/I did radio, too — I was a DJ. Still have a valid license, in fact. Maybe one day, an opportunity will present itself and I’ll spin again…

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