My morning started off…. well off. I wasn’t running late, my Tiger was back, but I am missing my dear Diva friend, and I fear her schedule has changed. I was a nervous wreck that this gentleman kept falling out of his seat. I was a little puzzled as to why he didn’t scoot over to the empty seat right next to him by the window, or why even after he fell over, did he not reposition himself even a little. He would lean WAY over and I’d want to push him back like a typewriter, but The Tiger told me to let him be.
The day at work was a whirlwind, and as I raced to the afternoon train I was greeted by an older man reading out Click Clack Moo, very loudly, with all of the animal voices and the most contagious laugh I had ever heard. Maybe it is my inner librarian that caused me to recognize the book, because nobody else seemed to know the story, and as you can imagine walking by a somewhat senile homeless elderly man screaming out COWS THAT TYPE in hysterical laughter frightened some people. I laughed…a lot. It is a thrilling book, and well, at least he is passionate about literature! I tried to snag you a video, but the blue line invaded the shot.
I did catch a shot of my favorite irony. How high up on the totem pole do you have to be that you have entourage that holds the phone up next to your head while you eat your food? Nothing attracts police like someone surrounded by people who has such a command for the people that follow him that he can’t hold his own phone.
I decided to google this trend, and do you know what I found?
Real men hold their own damn phone!
Do you know who doesn’t hold their own phone??????????????
The Queen! The Queen is the only one who doesn’t look like a ginormous idiot when she doesn’t hold the phone. So, my dear aspiring leader of the streets, a badass you are not, but a Queen you can be….congratulations Your Majesty.
Backing up to tell you a very sobering part of my day:
I boarded the train mentally reciting click clack moo, and missing my days at the elementary school more than just a little. I noticed a mother and daughter. The little girl whispered to her mother, “That white lady is pretty mama” and I smiled at them. The mother complimented my sweater and held her daughter close. The daughter resumed looking out the window, and I caught the mom’s attention and asked if I could give her daughter gum. The mother smiled and nodded, and sent the little girl over to me. Their clothes were worn, and the girl thanked me as she took her gum. I offered her two and asked her to share with her mom. She happily went to do just that. The girl made a scrunched up face at the strong mint flavor and blew her fire breath on her mom when she realized how the air felt. As they got off at the next stop, the homeless district, the mother thanked me and told me to have a good day. The little girl followed her mom and my heart smiled, but then the little girl turned to me, hugged my leg, i hugged her back and she said, “I love you!” and plopped a kiss on my cheek. My heart shattered in a million pieces. I didn’t feel an ounce of anxiety or paranoia about germs, I felt heartbroken I felt moved. I missed my kids. I missed pouring into the lives of young people. I miss my kids. I don’t know who that little girl was, but I love her…and I thank her for reminding me why I have to teach again.