So... Here I was with my buddy having breakfast in this quaint breakfast/coffee shop when all of a sudden this middle aged lady approaches me and begins to speak. She looked like she could definitely use some rest and a change of clothes but who am I to judge? Now prior to her approach, I had noticed that she had been watching me from beyond the other side of the restaurant. It was as if I could feel her eyes peering into me. To compensate for this feeling I was having, I moved over a little bit in order to hide from her gazes.
“You look exactly like my son,” she says to me.
I really didn’t know how to answer since this is not what I was quite expecting. I kind of figured that she wasn’t going to ask me if I was enjoying my breakfast or what the time was but I certainly didn’t expect her to inform me of my resemblance and neither was I prepared for what she was about to say next.
“He’s dead; you know … He died three years ago in a car accident on the Interstate 75.
“You look exactly like my son,” she says to me.
I really didn’t know how to answer since this is not what I was quite expecting. I kind of figured that she wasn’t going to ask me if I was enjoying my breakfast or what the time was but I certainly didn’t expect her to inform me of my resemblance and neither was I prepared for what she was about to say next.
“He’s dead; you know … He died three years ago in a car accident on the Interstate 75.
Now that was most certainly not a cool thing to say! Why would anybody want to ruin my breakfast by telling me that I look like some dead guy? What a way to start my day! Now, I had the piece of mind to tell this lady to take a hike and find some other guy to look like her son but, being the considerate guy that I think I am and knowing that she was probably just a grieving mother, I made some curt comment and resumed my breakfast while hoping that she would take the hint and move on to some other patron to torment.
“I wonder if you could do something for me,” she continued. “I was just about to leave here and I was wondering if you could do me a favour. It would mean the world to me in light of the passing of my son.”
Now by this point, I was willing to do almost anything to get this lady off my back and so I complied and asked her what I could possibly do for her.
"Just as I leave the restaurant, I would love it if you could wave to me and say 'goodbye mom, I love you!' .… This is what my son used to do and I would really appreciate it if you could do this."
… Now there is more to the rest of this story but suffice it to say I was stunned at such a request. Normally I wouldn’t cut a story off at such a crucial point but my rule is never to blog such a long piece of writing! Besides, I am running out of time to post this today. I will, however, complete the rest of it over the next two days. Please believe me that this is not a method to get you to return but simply a matter of time.
I assure you however, that this did, in no way, end as simple as one would expect.
adiós amigo!
1 comment:
... very weird (so far)
I can't wait to read the second part.
Marie
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