Last Sunday morning, already running late leaving for work, I was delayed looking for my keys, and when I rushed into the car, keys in hand, I somehow opened the car door onto my glasses, knocking them askew.
I drove off, but I get major headaches if my glasses don’t sit properly, I came back for the spare pair.
There’s very little traffic before nine on a Sunday morning, so I knew once I was on the freeway I’d be able to get to work without delay, but last weekend the connector ramp from the I-405 to the I-101 freeways was closed. I had to drive over a mile out of my way, before I could exit and come back the other way.
After I parked the car, I was going to run up the stairs in the garage, but decided the elevator would be quicker. It was. It arrived promptly and I got in with two security guards who were chatting about this and that, and that and this…
“Are we moving?” I asked. We weren’t. We were stuck in the elevator.
I should’ve gone back to bed when I couldn’t find the keys.
Why do some people say “Just looking!” when I say “Hello”?
Why did the man take the bag from me, scrunch it into a ball and throw it in the trash bin next to me?
Why didn’t he just say, “No bag thank you,” and just give it back to me, as many people are doing these days?
“Can I have this?” a kid of about five or six asked his parents, as he played with a wind-up flash-light at my register.
“No,” said his father.
“I want it,” said the kid
“It’s too expensive!” said his father, “I’ll buy you this nice colored pencil. See, it’s got four colors. Nice huh?”
“How much is the flashlight?” asked the kid
“Do you have seven dollars?” he asked his father
“No,” said his father giving me ten dollars for the crayon with four colors, which with tax came to $2,99. When I gave the change back to the father, I put the one cent in his hand, and unable to ignore the “meaningful coincidence“, when I gave him the bills, I said, “and seven dollars”.
The little boy heard. “Do you have seven dollars?” he asked again.
“No,” said the father, “I just have money for food. Here is a nice crayon for you.”
I saw the kid retreat into himself…
These friendly girls met at the hostel in L.A. and were spending the day together.
Didem Derici’s from Turkey. Her name means “Precious”. She just spent four months working at an hotel in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and is going back to Turkey tomorrow “to continue her studies to be an English teacher”.
Kazuno is from Japan. Her name means #1. She’d studied in New Jersey for two years, and was taking a little holiday before going home. I was very honored when she asked me to sign her autograph book.
Before they left we said “Hello” in their languages:
- Merhaba in Turkish
- Konichiwa in Japanese
Five year-old Joshua from Australia was touching everything around my Satellite store. I told him to stop fiddling, to put his hands behind his back, and look with his eyes.
“Listen to the lady,” said his dad.
He did, very successfully too.
I taught him to do a “bones-it” handshake, and gave him a bookmark. I hope next time he goes to a museum, he’ll walk through it with hands behind his back.
Adriana told me she loved going to museums when she was a kid: “When I was five I was thrown out of the Norton Simon Museum in Pasadena, because I touched the skirt of Degas’s Little Ballerina. I was so humiliated I never went back there again.”
Although she still lives in Pasadena, and still loves the Little Ballerina, she admitted she hasn’t been back in over thirty years.
“You’re overdue for a visit,” I said
“Yeah I guess I am…” she said.
I enjoyed meeting these sisters aged three and five. Older sister told me her teacher’s name is Miss Rose, and she was going to tell Miss Rose that she met Rosie at the Museum.