Odd local flavor that strangely did not disturb me
David and I try to eat at the local diner each weekend. It has most definitely become a ritual for us. When I'm feeling like I particularly deserve it, I'll go BOTH weekend days, but usually just one.

Usually I love people-watching, observing body language of strangers, and quasi-strangers (those who you feel like you know because you see them every week but you don't really know them from Adam or Eve), trying to guess what it is that they've lived through, whether it's a first date or a prolonged walk of shame that turned into an awkward first (and maybe last) breakfast. However, now that I've got a toddler who can go from elation to meltdown in 1.4 seconds, I'm pretty damn oblivious to the local vibe.

Today, though, this man came up to me as he was leaving and said to me quite simply, "Excuse me. I see you in here pretty frequently, and every time I see you, I'm reminded of one of my really really strict college professors." And before I could offer a courtesy laugh, or followup question, he was gone. There was nothing unsavory about it; it was just curious and interesting and vaguely endearing.
- posted by Connie @ 12/07/2008 10:08:00 AM