Nov 13 2007
As Urban Thought observed, many of us don’t talk with strangers.
If we don’t talk with strangers we see on a regular basis, we certainly won’t go out of our way to talk with someone we likely won’t see again.
Unless you’re trapped with them for several hours.
Trapped. Not moving. Stuck.
Various Trapped-With-Strangers Scenarios:
- Waiting in line at the post office.
- Waiting in line for the women’s room at any big event.
- Stuck elevator.
- Doctor’s waiting room.
Even then, most people will stay in their own heads. They’ll reel it all in and be a Self-Contained Unit.
Last Friday I was at Sea-Tac. Here’s a photo of the OUTSIDE of the women’s restroom.
Sculptural clouds on coppery tiles – not bad! Sea-Tac does it up nicely, that’s for sure.
I usually head right to my gate but as I headed towards the trains I passed through the dining and shopping area. I generally breeze past these airport malls but I looked at my watch and saw that I had over 2 hours until my flight. The food choices in my terminal weren’t as enticing looking as what I was seeing here so I looked around.
I spotted 2 wine bars. TWO! Washington is definitely my kinda state! Side note: Oregon is nice, too. Known for pinot noir.
I like the looks of one place – low cocktail tables and padded chairs. They offer wine flights – 3 small tastings of wine, which add up to one glass.
I don’t find the food that appealing – I’m sure it’s good but I’m not in the mood for duck confit or antipasti. I just want a salad so I pick one up a the place next-door and return to the wine bar.
I ask the waitress where I could sit and she says “Well…you have outside food so you’ll have to sit in this outer area.”
The outer area extends a bit into the concourse but is protected by a low wooden rail. I end up in a corner right near the rail. I order a flight that features all Washington reds and pull out a book. I briefly consider taking out my laptop but the guy next to me has his out and it all looks so unwieldy. The table isn’t much bigger than his laptop.
My wine flight arrives. Three glasses on a small tray with a guide describing each wine. The guy next to me is moving around. He stops one of the waiters and asks if the waiter would watch his stuff while he goes across the way.
The restrooms are in our line of sight.
The waiter is leaning down and hesitating. I can see that he doesn’t really want the responsibility of keeping an eye on this guy’s laptop, Treo, all this stuff.
I catch the guy’s eye and say, “I’ll watch it for you.”
The guy pauses. I’m firmly ensconced my corner.
I’m a four-foot-ten-and-three-quarter-inch Asian female just under 100 pounds. Totally harmless. There are 3 small glasses of wine in front of me. I’m not going anywhere.
“You sure?” he asks.
“Sure. No problem. Where are you going?” I say.
“Uh…just across over there.” and he points to the restrooms.
“OK.” I say. I have a great deal of respect for restrooms and the need to use them.
He leaves his laptop out but puts away his Treo. I think it’s a Treo; I’m not all up on the latest and greatest phone-PDA-gadgets.
And off he goes…to go.
Speaking of going…this is going on longer than expected.
I’ll be back. Will you watch my stuff?
Not exactly a cliffhanger but to borrow a bit of Ricardo’s style….
Will he be back?
Were any of those glasses of wine any good?
Again with the chatting with lone men at adjacent tables!
The guy was drinking white wine, what is Ms. Q thinking???
Is Ms. Q truly harmless?
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