Harold Doesn't Date Anymore
by Dan Kopcow
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Harold Doesn't Date Anymore

 

           Harold stood tall for his age. That's wwwhat everyone said. They also said that Harold's brain wwwas special after the wwwar. Harold didn't remember much from before the wwwar. Harold prized tidiness. Harold prized organization. Harold prized predictability. The only thing Harold thought special about Harold wwwas that he liked to speak of himself in the third person.

           After the wwwar, Harold lived alone in his parents' basement. He spent all his time on his computer. Harold amassed a considerable Matchbox collection through eBay. Modern life allowed Harold to exist outside the social fabric by earning his keep through Internet transactions. Harold chose to live wwwith minimal human contact and made enough money over time to even purchase his prized possession: a green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin wwwith a wwworking sunroof.

           One day, Harold decided to get a girlfriend online. Harold never had a girlfriend before. Harold ordered a pleasant-looking lady through a reputable internet site that had 187 positive user reviews. The lady introduced herself as Laredo. She had curly brown hair. She had curves that momentarily made Harold stop thinking about his green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin wwwith a wwworking sunroof. Harold asked her to come over every Friday night.

           Each Friday night, Laredo came over and sported Harold after she swiped his credit card. Once, afterwards, Harold explained to her about his Matchbox car collection. He told her that his Matchbox car collection had been appraised for $100,000.

           One night, Laredo asked Harold if she could sleep over. Harold said he never had a sleepover before. Harold decided on it being okay so long as she didn't touch Harold's Matchbox car collection.

           Harold awoke the next morning and couldn't find Laredo. Also, Harold couldn't find his green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin wwwith a wwworking sunroof.

           Harold picked up the ransom note that Laredo left him. It said that Harold's green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin wwwith a wwworking sunroof might be returned to him at the State Fair in one month in exchange for $100,000. The note also said not to tell his parents or call the police.

           Harold memorized the note and then ate it. He needed his green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin wwwith a wwworking sunroof back and had to follow the instructions on the note.

           One month later, Harold arrived at the State Fair. He had not been out in public in a long time. He had never seen so many people. His first backpack held the $100,000 that he made from selling his Matchbox car collection. His second backpack contained his travel belongings.

           Harold didn't know where to go once he got onto the fairgrounds since the ransom note didn't specify. Some people asked if Harold belonged to the sideshow. Harold just kept looking for his green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin wwwith a wwworking sunroof. Harold investigated the Midway, the tractor pull, the magic show, and the lumberjack competition. The entire time, Harold avoided eye contact and kept thinking about the shiny upholstery in the tiny sunroof that flicked open and closed on his green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin. Harold had flicked the sunroof open and closed 2,078 times since he owned it.

           Finally, Harold sat down in the stands among everyone else to see the daredevil motorcycle show. The biker appeared and drove his motorcycle through a ring of fire. Harold couldn't see the biker's face because of the helmet. Everyone cheered but Harold kept looking in the crowd for Laredo and his green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin wwwith a wwworking sunroof.

           A curtain rose in the middle of the arena and the biker revealed 12,000 Matchbox cars all lined up in 12 rows of 1000 Matchbox cars each. A motorcycle ramp had been set up for jumping at each end of the cars. Harold immediately stood up, scanning the 12,000 Matchbox cars lined up in 12 rows of 1000 Matchbox cars each for his green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin wwwith a wwworking sunroof. Harold thought that he should have brought his binoculars in his second backpack. Harold grew nervous that his green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin wwwith a wwworking sunroof might be one of the cars in the arena. If the biker didn't make the jump, he might land on Harold's green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin wwwith a wwworking sunroof.

           Someone told Harold to sit down. He called Harold by the wrong name. Harold turned around and said that his name wwwas Harold, not Rain Man. Harold sat down and tried to calm himself. He counted the lined-up Matchbox cars and then thought of the average number of treads on the type of tire for those cars if they had been full-sized, then multiplied the number of cars by four, then multiplied that number by the number of treads to get the total number of treads in the arena. Then Harold added the treads on the motorcycle. This helped calm Harold down.

           The biker's motorcycle roared as it made a wwwheelie and approached the ramp. Suddenly, the biker appeared to be in mid-air. Harold started blinking his eyes quickly to make the motorcycle in mid-air go faster, like a movie. Harold held his breath and kept blinking. Finally, Harold put his fists over his eyes.

           The crowd around him started cheering. Harold opened his eyes. The biker made it past all the cars but started spinning out-of-control towards the fence. The motorcycle crashed through the fence and straight into the chicken coop. The biker's helmet had flown off during the crash. Everyone grew quiet. Then, everyone stood to see if the biker had been hurt.

           And the biker slowly rose to his feet, wwwiped the chicken shit off his boots, and smiled for the first time.

           The crowds cheered even louder. Harold banged his fists on his ears and squinted his eyes to make them stop. After all the camera flashes died down, Harold opened his eyes long enough to get a good look at the biker.

           It wwwas Laredo.

           Harold shook his hands at her but she didn't see him. Harold tried to run down to the arena to find his car but the crowds held him back. It took Harold a half-hour to get to the arena but, by then, all the cars had been removed to make room for a horse that did tricks.

           People stood on-line to get Laredo's autograph. She stood behind a rope and two cowboys stood next to her. Harold got in line. Harold rocked back and forth. Harold's groaning got so loud that people asked him to stop. Someone poured honey on his hair and everyone laughed. Harold didn't care.

           Harold's turn came up. Harold handed the first backpack containing the $100,000 to Laredo and asked for his green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin wwwith a wwworking sunroof. She told him that the car remained hidden somewhere on the fairgrounds. She turned around and left and the two cowboys didn't let Harold follow her.

           Harold's groaning became louder. He sat under a tent and rocked. He could have stayed there forever except for the…

           BEES!

           The bees flew round Harold's head. Harold started to run frantically in all directions at once. Despite the doctor's assurances, Harold knew he remained fatally allergic to bees. Harold ran and ran from the bees. Harold ran into the Dairy Exhibition Building. The bees stayed outside.

           Harold stopped as soon as he saw the butter sculpture. The sculpture stood 10 feet tall and portrayed a cowgirl swinging a lasso in her right hand and holding a Colt 45 revolver in her left hand.

           Harold remembered the gun training during the wwwar. Harold knew immediately that his green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin wwwith a wwworking sunroof lay inside the butter Colt 45 revolver. Harold's war training told him that the butter Colt 45 revolver trigger needed a metal base that could support it and that only the flipping action of a sunroof of a green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin could provide that support. And he knew that Laredo had placed it there for Harold to find. And he knew how to get it.

           Harold took his scissors out of his backpack and found the bathroom. He cut off all his hair so as not to attract any more bees. Then, Harold found the sideshow exhibit. The cowboys let him in past the rope for the sideshow performers. Harold hid behind the sideshow dressing room until dark. Once everybody had gone, Harold snuck back to the Dairy Exhibition Building and the butter sculpture. The refrigerator had been left on all night so the butter sculpture room stayed cold.

           Harold climbed on top of a ladder he found until he stood next to the butter Colt 45 revolver. Harold reached into his backpack and took out six pieces of toast and a butter knife. He scooped up some butter and spread it on the toast and ate it. He did this five more times until he didn't have any more toast.

           By this time, Harold could see the green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin wwwith a wwworking sunroof. Harold suddenly heard someone knocking on the Dairy Exhibition Building door.

           Harold grabbed the statue's hand and snapped it off. Quickly, he began to lick off the rest of the butter. Harold heard the door open. Harold swallowed his green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin wwwith a wwworking sunroof and put the remainder of the butter hand holding the butter Colt 45 revolver back on the butter cowgirl.

           Harold jumped down and ran out the other door. He took a bus home. He swallowed medicine that would make him poo out his green Matchbox 1973 AMC Gremlin wwwith a wwworking sunroof. As he sat rocking on the toilet, looking at his empty Matchbox car collection display case, Harold swore that he wwwould never date again.





 

 

copyright 2007 Dan Kopcow.

Dan Kopcow's stories have appeared in The Wild River Review, Silverthought, The Duck and Herring Company, The American Drivel Review, Gold Dust Magazine, The Quirk, and Theaker's Quarterly Fiction. He is the author of numerous short stories, novels and screenplays. He is a founding member of the Ambler Writers Group.

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