My mama didn’t learn me so good

Today was a weird but good day. I had jamba juice for breakfast, and was hungry for lunch by 10:30. Normally I just have coffee in the morning, and am not hungry for lunch until noonish. I was craving all kinds of things- over an hour before I could go to lunch. I wanted a bagel, I wanted a hot dog; eggs and bacon; pizza; chili. when I left for lunch at one,I went to the local Noah’s to have a bagel, but the parking lot was overflowing and I was super hungry, so I decided to go to Carrow’s and have eggs instead. Believe it or not though, this entry isn’t about food.
There was this couple sitting in a booth right by my table. I think I first noticed them because the guy was wearing plaid pajama bottoms and a Cal tshirt. Then I realized he was wearing slippers. The girl was wearing equally sleepwearesque clothes, and I realized they were drinking coffee and their plates had breakfast type foods on them. (apparently it was a breakfast at lunchtime kind of day). I wasn’t really paying all that much attention to them, I had brought stuff to read, but at one point, the girl said in a really sugary voice “and you married me…” I hadn’t realized they were married, but I looked up and saw the ring on his finger.
I was marginally aware of them as I finished my food, and they lingered over their coffee. They were obviously very in love with one another, which I always find touching. For all I know they were newlyweds and the glow hadn’t faded yet, but with everything you hear about the romance fading when you get married, it gave me warm fuzzies, as well as hope for my own future.
I’m not sure what possessed me to do it, but I tore the bottom off the page I was reading (I was reading an article printed off the computer) and wrote a little note on it that said “I wasn’t eavesdropping or watching you or anything, but it brightened my day to see a married couple acting so in love in public. Best wishes for a wonderful future to the both of you.” I folded the piece of paper in half, and placed in on their table as I headed up to pay my check. The husband had disappeared so the wife was alone at the table. She gave the piece of paper a very strange look but picked it up and read it. I purposely did not look over there while I was at the register, but glanced over as I went out the door. She had been watching me, and when I glanced at her, she smiled at me and simply said “thank you” and I walked out, smiling to myself.
I never do things like that, I’m usually in my own world and don’t want to intrude on anyone else’s. I know if a strange person tried to talk to me I’d probably be pretty standoffish. Which is probably why I wrote a note instead of talking to her. But it made my day, and by the look on her face, I kinda think it made hers too.

One thought on “My mama didn’t learn me so good

  1. PK

    Aww, that’s sweet. That reminds me of the time I was at the DMV and the guy was being a total @ss to me. Next to me was a woman who was picking up her personalized plates that said “Okies” and she was all emotional and weepy. At first, I was in such a bad mood that I rolled my eyes and had one of those “some people…” thoughts.
    Mr. DMV made me go outside to have my car inspected and then I had to come back to finish the transaction (DMV screwed up the VIN on the title and blamed me!). As I was parking the car after having it inspected, I saw the same woman putting her plates on her car. I walked up to her and asked her what was an “Okie” (although I pronounced “ookie”) and she said that her dad’s family was from Oklahoma and that he just passed away the day before.
    Ouch. Since there was nothing else to say to that, I just grabbed her and gave her a big, long hug and let her cry into my shoulder. Of course, being the big boob that I am, I started crying too.
    Anyway, the whole thing put Mr. DMV in perspective. And, I think after he say my swollen, red eyes, he softened his attitude, too.

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