Oh, this is a riot. Look what happened to me: the other day I got a waitress at the Golden Grill all confused. I interrupted a very intense conversation with my breakfast mates about ways to get more Latinos and Blacks involved in Englewood Public library activities, to point out to the waitress that I still wanted more coffee, but someone had already removed my cup. It wasn’t sitting on the table near my right hand, where I had last seen it.
“Why is this lady looking at me so strange,” I wondered to myself. And she was motionless, just standing there with the coffee pot in her right hand, kind of frozen almost. She asked me a couple of time what I meant, and then I wasn’t sure what to do. Suddenly I became afraid that maybe she was having a stroke and had lost her power of comprehension. Finally, the waitress pointed at the coffee cup sitting right in front of me – the one practically touching the front of my shirt – and she asked me gently, “Could you be talking about that coffee cup, maybe?”
Whoa, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I was blown away. How could I be concentrating so hard on a conversation that I completely lost track of my surroundings?
My friends immediately started trying to make me feel like something extremely weird hadn’t just happened, but I waved away their stories of how they had found the sunglasses they were searching for on top of their heads or whatever. There are no two ways about what happened to me: it was over the top, bizarre, a complete brain fart. I’m left with a good story to tell, just because I love human frailty, including my own, apparently. I can’t help but laugh every time I think about this. Heeeeh!
This drawing a Facebook friend posted made me remember that coffee cup.