I’m now just Kevin’s uncle

Ben Robinson

Ben Robinson

All About Ben

By Ben Robinson

One of the duties I have taken on lately is taking my nephew Kevin to work.

It’s either that or let him drive my car to work, and my insurance agency has told me that I don’t want to do that. Of course, they are charging me for two vehicles I no longer have, so I’d better be careful or I’ll be paying insurance for everybody in Pickens County.

But while I’m between jobs — which is a situation that has lasted longer than I ever thought possible — I have the extra time. And I have to admit, it’s nice to have an excuse to see people.

Kevin works at — let’s see, we don’t want to give anybody free advertising — OK… a restaurant in Easley we’ll call “Snapplebees.”

He usually goes in late afternoons, then gets off around midnight.

Generally, he’s not ready to go when I get there, so I just fill my time various ways, generally with food.

I’ve been a customer of “Snapplebees” for quite some time now, as I used to go there after work — at my previous job of course — and eat a late supper. Me and the chicken fingers basket became close friends.

So now there are a few people left from when I was a regular customer (somehow, they are younger after all these years). Then Kevin is friends with everyone in the building, including many of the customers.

Somewhere along the way, my name changed from “Ben” to “Kevin’s uncle,” but that’s OK because people seem to like “Kevin’s uncle” more than they ever liked “Ben.”