And then in my left ear,
"How do you like your Chromebook?"
I blinked. I choked on foam. "Oh, uh, it's great. Perfect for what I do." I sputtered.
Curiosity came closer and began to read my words. My words. I closed the laptop.
"It's also nice and sleek. Very lightweight. See?" I waved my computer back and forth a bit. Perhaps he would pick up on the subtle symbolism of my actions.
"So, what do you do? You know, that it's perfect for." He stood firm, yet casual at my side. He wore a white pageboy cap and checkered Vans. He held a newspaper, a pencil and Rolling Stone.
"Well, I like to write. I blog a bit."
"That's cool. I studied journalism."
"Ah."
"Yeah..."
"Do you do that now?"
I spoke the question with hesitation, but I was readily welcomed into his answer, a world I could not have imagined for myself. No amount of precious alone time would have given me what he did.
"Right now I am a dishwasher at my father's house. He has terminal cancer. My mom died when I was 14. My sister is a doctor. My dad is ashamed of me. English is my second language. I also speak an outlawed Iranian dialect. Things were going well until 9/11. It's hard for a hairy brown guy with a Persian name. I went to college in Chicago. I don't know what my goals are. No one has asked me that before. I guess I want to realize my full potential. You go to church every Sunday? You actually like living here? Raising kids is a huge responsibility. I want to be a father some day. I am good at running a tight ship. It's not like running a ship? Maybe it is for the man? I wish I had more friends. True human connection is a lost art. I've never had a girlfriend. My family is ashamed of me. It's like George Carlin once said..."
I didn't know how to ask him to leave. So I asked him questions. Eventually, I asked him to sit. He nearly declined. For one hour and fifteen minutes I shed skeptical and then sympathetic glances in the direction of my uninvited friend.
The bookstore closed. I plodded to my car wrapped in the cool, evening air and exhaled any remaining frustration. Under the glow of the streetlamp, I finally stood alone, my bag and my cardigan hanging by my side. I stared at the ground and tried to unwind from my time to relax. As I looked back up,
I didn't get to write that night.
I got to write this.
Sometimes all it takes is one question. Simply wonderful and yet complex.
ReplyDeleteIt was an interesting conversation, for lack of a better word.
DeleteI think this is the best writing I have ever read on your blog. Sometimes, the stories we need to write come when we absolutely least expect them.
ReplyDeleteWow, thanks Sam. And, thanks, as always, for reading!
DeleteI really love how you ended this. It can be so great to make those unexpected connections.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Marcy. It really did hit me that way, too.
DeleteKristin, this post is very well done. You drew me in,and made me feel all of your conflicting emotions. Really great!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I appreciate hearing how it made you feel.
Deletei was so there with you and him and your awkward, open, weird encounter. poor guy, obviously needed to talk. so nice of you to listen. great read.
ReplyDeleteI wish you had actually been there! haha.
DeleteYou hooked me with this guy. I kept wanting to read more and more!
ReplyDeleteDo you have five hours? But, seriously, I am glad you liked the piece. He is quite a character, no doubt.
DeleteHe certainly needed someone to talk to.
ReplyDeleteLucky me ;)
DeleteWhat an experience! Usually I try not to even make eye contact when I'm shopping or writing or anything else so I can stay in my bubble, but those random intersections with people sometimes open up our lives and surprise us. AND you got your story. :)
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Some people call them divine appointments. I believe this to be true.
DeleteI liked the line "Curiousity came closer." I was hooked on your description of this character from that moment on.
ReplyDeleteThanks. He was certainly curious...in more ways than one.
DeleteWhen I read the line "He held a newspaper, a pencil and Rolling Stone", I started to imagine what he might be like. I love that I was totally wrong. Great writing!
ReplyDeleteYeah, I think he was really trying hard with his appearance. I hope he finds what he is looking for one day. Thanks for commenting!
DeleteTHis is a great take on something that happens all the time for me. I used to steer away from people who approached me this way but have found like you have that sometimes it opens up really unexpected encounters. I welcome this now. This was really well done. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreat read, Kristin! You captured a lovely, heartbreaking, complex interaction beautifully.
ReplyDeletethis is wonderful :)
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