Thursday, 27 February 2014

Attempted Thank You

The pavement was wet and slippery.  Anna Marie walked quickly in her heels, the pavement suffering little blows as she walked quite fast. 

Ignorant to the bustle of the city, which remained a blur to her, she never noticed the red, yellow, and green glimmer of lights on the wet streets, she continued her march until her destination was reached, always oblivious to her surroundings.

Upon reaching her destination, she paused. The city still bustled, and taxis were ever pulling up, out, in and away from the curb. Ebbing, ever ebbing. She could not pause long, however, as the revolving doors moved quickly.  She pushed against one while holding her briefcase; her lips pursed and her forehead slightly creased.  After turning the door, she walked towards the elevators and went up 15 flights until reaching her floor. 

Ever elaborate offices meet her, but Anna Marie had a meeting. Relief arrived when she discovered there were ten minutes to spare. Confidently pushing open the tall, glass, conference room doors at the end of the offices, she scanned a proper place to sit.

Although the meeting was informal, Anna Marie continually possessed an air of superiority about her, and it did not go unnoticed. When the coordinator had decided upon serving a luncheon during the meeting, Anna Marie was uncomfortable simply because it seemed undignified to eat in front of fellow workers.  However, she politely stepped in the line after checking in, and served herself a sandwich and glass of water.  

Various members had served themselves food, but some of the men stood at the end, the only place to wait to enter the line.  Anna Marie neared the end of the line, and as she was gathering her glass, she met the eyes of the last man to fall into line. They had worked on a few business projects together, and it had been enjoyable.  He smiled and asked the common questions of courtesy, and she did the same. 

Since many of the members had already served themselves, they had already seated themselves as well. The members sat in clumps common to the people of the offices, and because she did not want to sit with anyone at that moment, she sat on a side all by herself.  No one thought much of it until one of the more cordial but boisterous coworkers shouted out to her.

“Anna Marie! Why are you always so alone??”

She broke her own rule of superior etiquette and spoke with a silly air. “Because I am a messy eater,” she replied.

Before she knew it, the man whom she had spoken with earlier looked at Anna Marie intently and moved from the buffet to the corner near her seat and gently sat down.


This happened to someone I knew; writing is the best I can do to thank the unknown person for being courteous to my wonderful friend during a troubled time. You may not understand, but that is quite alright.

Thanks for reading.

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