Man With A Skoal Ring

Man With A Skoal Ring


          He took her home. Not the other way around.

          Terri lied on the other side of his bed, eyes wide open.

          He slept, breathing in long slow breathes.

          Terri wanted to get out of this strange bed and put her clothes on. But she couldn’t. For some reason she couldn’t work up the courage to leave him. She didn’t even remember his first name. And she had no idea what his last name was.

          She tried to think of his name. Troy, T.J, something with a T.

          She gave up.

          But then she heard the doorknob turning, she thought it may be her mind was playing tricks on her.

          It stopped, but then all the sudden the door flew right open and crashed right into the wall.

          Terri turned her body to face a woman in sweats and a face as red as a tomato.

          She started yelling at the top of her lungs. Cussing Terri and Ted out.

          Ted woke up, turning to Terri and his wife.

          Terri stumbled out of the bed putting on her bra and panties.

          Ted’s wife left the door, stumbling down the stairs.

          Terri managed to put on her pants.

          Ted sat there cussing under his breath.

          “You forget to tell my you ain’t single,” Terri said in anger.

          “listen----,” he began to say.

          Ted’s wife came back, this time with a shotgun.

          She cussed, Ted yelled.

          Terri took five times to get her shirt on. The holes confused her the most.   

          Beth cocked the shotgun. And Terri she panicked a bit.

          “It’s cool Beth, she’s leaving. Don’t do this,” Ted said more calmly, instead of yelling.

          Terri quickly put on her boots, without stumbling over her feet.

          Terri turned quickly, planning to go out the window, since Beth was blocking the door.

          Ted grabbed her arm, stopping her from running. It wasn’t that great of an idea when you’re really pissed off wife is standing there with a shotgun.

          “Listen to me,” he hissed, looking intensely into her eyes.

          She yanked her arm away from him.

          “I don’t want to.”

          Then out of nowhere, a bullet was fired.

          It was far from Terri and Ted. It was feets away, it hit the mirror.

          As the mirror shattered into a million pieces, Terri was off like a pistol. A lot faster then a shotgun.

          Terri jumped out the window. She landed right on the roof. She about rolled off the house but she caught herself with the heel of her boot. The shingles burned her arms with the heat of the sun.

          Terri slowly rolled off the shingles. She grabbed onto the gutter, about slicing her fingers off of the edges.

          She closed her eyes and let go. She landed in the grass with a thud. She opened her eyes. She landed on the right side of her body. And that side hurt, bad.

          Terri did not want to get up but she did anyways. She had to get away from here.

          Since she doesn’t have a car, Terri ran. She jogged first but then she heard doors slamming and yelling so she ran.

          It’s never good to run in boots, worse, for a really long time. And defiantly without socks.

          Terri left her socks behind and here she was running in cowboy boots.

          She ran on the side of a country gravel road.

          Her boots kicked up dirt and gravel road. But she still kept up a steady pace.

          It was still dark outside but it was getting lighter.

          Beth must have woke us up at 5 a.m, Terri thought.

          Terri ran for only god knows how long. The sun was fully out.

          The gravel road pretty much went on forever. But to Terri surprise she saw a beautiful tall farm house, a neighborhood of shabby houses, and a trailer park. This section is right before Terri’s hometown, born and raised.

          Terri lived on the other side of the town, Busch.

          The beautiful tall farm house belonged to two old folks, who lived there since they were in their twenties. So they know everyone. Everyone who came and went.

          Marjie and Curtis. The nicest folks in town. The trailers and some of those shabby homes, people didn’t have television. So they would open up the doors to all the kids who wanted to watch the baseball game or a TV classic.

          Terri has come to Marjie and Curtis’s house before when she was a kid.

          Terri walked up to there house. Marjie was in the kitchen fixing some breakfast for some boys sitting in front of the TV set.

          Marjie heard Terri foot steps and she nodded her in.

           “Howdy Terri. You want some breakfast?” Margie said.

          “No thank you Marjie. I was running, so I just wanted some place so I could take off my shoes before I get going again.”

          Marjie looked down at Terri’s feet and frowned in hurt. “Well my goodness gracias! You ran in your boots.”

          “Yeah, well this morning I really didn’t plan on it. I just had to make q quick escape. And I have no socks.”

          “Christ! My dear your poor feet must be awful.” “Quick sit down in that chair and take off your boots. And I’ll get you some hot water to soak ‘em in.”

          Terri did exactly as she was told. She sank down into an old recliner chair that faced the TV. Some of the boys turned to her as she made hurtful noise while trying to take off her boots.

          “Ouch, ooooh, shit that hurts. Mmm… ahhh, oooo, aaahg.”

          She successful took off her right boot. Her foot was covered in blister and her pinky toe was even bruised.

          Terri left foot was harder to get off.

          Marjie came back with a bucket of water. She set it down and lifted Terri’s feet into the hot wonderful water.

          “There you go,” marjie said.

          “That’s feels sooooo good,” Terri said just like said smoked a whole joint.

          “I tell you, you kids these days.”

          “I’m twenty one. I ain’t no kid.”

          “Keep talking.”

          The boys laughed a little. Terri opened her eyes. “What are laughing at? One day you’ll get yourself in a position like this. Except it’ll be a guy cocking a shotgun.”

          This made them laugh harder.

          “Hey Margie?!” Terri yelled into the kitchen.

          “Yeah honey?”

          “Could you get me a beer?”

          “It’s 8 o’ clock in the morning!”

          “Oh really? Well could you get me one anyways? I really need one.”

          “Fine. But pray when you get home.”

          *                                           *                                               *

          Terri walked up the steps of her house sluggishly. She likes the others kept her house unlocked, just so people could come by whenever they wanted.

          She took off her boots right when she came in the door.

          She grabbed other beer and sat down on her couch.

          Terri looked at the clock. It’s 10 o’ clock now. Jack should be coming home. Probably just went to the hardware store, Terri thought.

          Jack. Terri’s husband.

          If Terri wasn’t afraid of sin, she’d be freaking out about have a one nighter with a guy.

          But in honesty the marriage wasn’t going great. They would avoid each other, spent their weekend’s separately, and they never told each other anything.

          She feel’s like every night she gets into bed with a stranger.

          Terri flipped on some music. The first song on the CD, Terri knew exactly who it was. Gretchen Wilson.

          Terri’s feet hurt, her head hurt, and she just wanted to get out of these clothes. But she couldn’t. She sure was having a problem with that today. So she just decided to sit and listen to the music. That was the only she was concentrating on. She hung on to every word. She even caught on some words she didn’t even know she Wilson sang.

          A song ended and other started back up. It was called ‘come to bed.’

          “Sometimes we fight ‘bout who’s wrong and right,” sang Wilson. “And stay up all night. And sometimes we drink and say hurtful things. That we don’t mean. Yeah, were both screamin’ but nobody’s listenin.’ Let’s take this madness out of the kitchen. Come to bed. Let’s just lay down. There’s just one way we’re gonna work this out. Forget what I did. Forget what you said. Oh darlin’, come to bed. Well I love you, you know I do. And you love me too. So let’s just stop, remember what we got. Before it all get’s lost. Just take my hand, it’s been way to long. Turn out the lights and turn each other on.”

          She sang the chorus again.

          A tear ran down Terri’s cheek.

          Terri imedatly wanted jack. To lay him down and work everything out. Terri looked at her watch for one last time.

          Another song started up.

          “I’ve never done anything. That would ever bring a tear to your eye. I’ve never crossed the line. Or needed an alibi to cover up a lie. But darling I’ll admit. They’re been times when I could have the thing that kept me strong was the one thing that is always on my mind,” the artist sang.

          “When I think about cheatin.’ I just think about you leavin.’ And how my world would fall to pieces. If I tossed you love away. Even when I’m tempted by some stranger. Oh there’s never any danger. I just think about you leavin.’ When I think about cheatin.’”

          Terri stopped there. She sat up on the sofa. Dumbstruck.

          The songs made sense now. And Terri knew what she had to do. She needed to fix the problem.

          Terri sat up and still kept the music running.

          She didn’t care if her feet hurt, they even looked better too, she sprinted up the stairs of her rusty old house.

          Terri took a shower, put on some clothes that could get anybody’s attention, and put makeup on.

          She heard the door slam. She walked down the stairs with grace.

          Jack took of his shoes and jacket and immediately walked to the kitchen.

          Terri walked to the kitchen too.

          “Hi,” she said.    

          “Hey,” jack said staring at the refrigerator.

          He turned toward her and his eyes got big. “Ah, wow.” He said scratching the back of his head. “You took great.”


          “Terri we need to talk.”

          “Yeah so do I.”

          They both went into the living room, sat on the middle of the couch.

          Come to bed, come to bed, when I think about cheating, Terri thought.

          “Terri. Terri I-I think we should get a divorce.”

          Terri stopped fidgeting. She froze. She had know idea what to say. She had no idea what to do.

          “A divorce,” Terri coked on her words. She felt like somebody ripped out her heart, threw it in a pot of boiling water and in that boiling water it burst. It just blew up into a million pieces.

          “Yes, I just think its right.”

           God was doing this because Terri slept with other man. God was giving her a taste of her own medicine.

          A tear ran down her cheek. Terri stiffened, she didn’t want jack to see her breakdown. She can do that later when he leaves.

          “I’m going stay at my buddies’ house for a couple days until we can get everything settled.”

          She couldn’t talk. All Terri did was stare at the floor.

          There was a long pause in there “little conversion.” Terri then realized she still had Gretchen Wilson playing. The CD must have been five hours long.

          Jack got up and Terri’s eyes followed him.

          He started walking to the door slowly. Terri first noticed he butt, the left pocket of his jeans. On that pocket is a worn out circle. A circle like that is called a Skoal ring. People who have rings like that chew tobacco. The cans that hold it you put in your pocket. And then after so many cans of chew you start to get this right on the back of your jeans.

          Terri admired jack’s Skoal ring. She’d miss that Skoal ring all right.

          Gretchen Wilson’s song started up again with an uptempo tune.

          “Don’t need no diamond ring. Don’t want a bunch of bling bling. The only thing I really need is I man with Skoal ring. Don’t have to be wined and dined. We can stay home every night. I can do without anything except a man with a Skoal ring.”

          Terri turned her head to see jack’s Skoal ring again. Other tear sprang from her eye. She plopped down on the couch and put a pillow over her face, but not her ears.

          “He works a ten hour shift and come home right on time. He don’t complain a bit when I get out of line. He ain’t rich and he might have a little dirt on his hands. But that worn-out circle on his jeans makes him my kind of man. I’ve always been a bandit girl and he’s a long cut man. Somehow we still get along with different colored cans. When that boy comes home from work smellin’ like a farm. That berry bland on his lips still turns me on.”

          The chorus played again.

          The last line of the song was: the one thing that gets to me is a man with a Skoal ring.

          Then Terri remembered that jack chewed grizzly (a type of brand), not Skoal.

          Then she’d just find some boy who did chew Skoal. So then she could fall in love with prince charming.

          A tobacco chewing boy with a lady who’d sing Skoal ring in pride.

          Terri thought, well if I do find a Skoal canned boy then I can sing this line.

          The one thing that gets to me is a man with a Skoal ring.                           
























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