While checking in to our hotel Friday my husband was literally held hostage by a 94 year old gentleman...in a matter of seconds I heard fragments of stories about the war, he gave Den his card, and wanted him to come to his room to hear even more war stories!
The elderly gentleman was very sweet, his daughter thanked us for being patient and kind to him but all we were trying to do was check in!
Then later...literally moments after being seated at our k.d.lang concert...I mean we just sat down...the people next to us began chatting to us...I mean we did not even have a moment to ourselves...and we knew that the man was in a horrific accident and he described every injury and surgery, we learned where they lived , that they took a bus to Manhattan, he could never drive again, their room was comped, the woman won $800.00 on penny slots and their son followed the poker circuit.
Is it us? Do we look like we need to know everything about the strangers around us?
We love people but we also love just us...we love to sit and talk to each other...we don't look around and try to find people to talk to...we are content...and yet we seem to attract talkers...sharers...by the dozens!
What is it about us?
I think I need to practice looking distant and aloof...like Lucy!
Happy Sunday!
