After returning from the doctor, I spent most of the day in bed. What’s left of my voice is merely a quiet little squeak which is sometimes interrupted by bursts of breakthroughs from my regular voice. Luckily, the only thing I needed to accomplish tonight was to get K to his piano lesson.
When we arrived at the studio, I realized that staying for the lesson wouldn’t be very polite – between the annoying cough and the overall germy appearance, I thought it best to walk across the street to Starbucks.
After ordering a green tea, I plopped myself down in a cozy chair and pulled out my book. I pretended to read, but really I was watching the high school girls in the corner…who were watching me.
Perhaps the girl with her back to me didn’t realize that I recognized her too; she and M had attended grade school together. While the girls whispered, laughed, and attempted to be discreet as they caught glimpses of me sitting in the chair, I pretended not to notice. But then the girl facing my direction pulled out her phone and took a picture of me. As the flash went off, M’s old classmate attempted to grab the phone – probably because she didn’t want to draw attention to the fun they were having.
My thoughts were urging me to just walk on over to them and say, “Hi.” I wish I had, but I knew that once I got there, the words would have a hard time coming out because of my throat. So, I just sat there imagining groups of teenagers sitting around lunch tables laughing at me and my blog. (Having been a teenager once myself, it’s quite easy to imagine.)
If they happen to read this, I want them to know that I wish we had just talked together tonight. It would have been interesting for us to sit down and talk it through. Perhaps we could have learned something from each other.