Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Morning Conversation

"Hello! Would you like your room serviced?" chimed a skinny teenage girl, her hair tied up messy in a top-of-the-noggin pony tail. She was smiling. The boy standing next to her was not. The girl held a vaccum cleaner and the boy a bag full of toilet paper and some towels. It seemed as though they were offering these gladly, like a one might hold flowers up on a first date.

"Um. Well, um. So actually, there are still folks sleeping.." I said, gesturing pathetically with my thumb to the room behind me.

This is vacation. More cleary, this is Jack and I waiting for Rich to wake up on the first morning of our vacation. I'm on my second cuppa and Jack, though still PJ clad, has had his breakfast, watched some shows, and is hanging out in the fort he built out of pillows and imagination.

"Would you like us to come back, then?" the girl said, chewing on er bottom lip.

"Well. I mean. Maybe, but really we just need coffee. And sugar. And towels. And.. Gosh it looks cold out there."

They were shivering there on the porch of apartment 32, our home away from home. My eyes trekked behind them to the thick frost that had settled on the grass overnight. They were dressed in jeans and hoodies, and their hands were pink and shaky as they dug through the packets of instant coffee and sugar to find the cafinated sachets, as opposed to the decaffinated ones I turned my nose up at.

"Yes! It is SO cold," she said, chattering through a frozen smile.

"No, actually is entirely warm," he mumbled.

"Ha ha," she tried, while glancing sideways. They precariously balanced all of my requests, in a pile in my arms.

"OK. So, sorry for keeping you in the cold, guys. And thank you for the coffee. And the towels. Oh and the sugar!  And ok.. Bye. Thank you," I called as they turned to trudge back down the stairs, their towels and vacuum in hand.


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Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Morning Conversation

"Hello! Would you like your room serviced?" chimed a skinny teenage girl, her hair tied up messy in a top-of-the-noggin pony tail. She was smiling. The boy standing next to her was not. The girl held a vaccum cleaner and the boy a bag full of toilet paper and some towels. It seemed as though they were offering these gladly, like a one might hold flowers up on a first date.

"Um. Well, um. So actually, there are still folks sleeping.." I said, gesturing pathetically with my thumb to the room behind me.

This is vacation. More cleary, this is Jack and I waiting for Rich to wake up on the first morning of our vacation. I'm on my second cuppa and Jack, though still PJ clad, has had his breakfast, watched some shows, and is hanging out in the fort he built out of pillows and imagination.

"Would you like us to come back, then?" the girl said, chewing on er bottom lip.

"Well. I mean. Maybe, but really we just need coffee. And sugar. And towels. And.. Gosh it looks cold out there."

They were shivering there on the porch of apartment 32, our home away from home. My eyes trekked behind them to the thick frost that had settled on the grass overnight. They were dressed in jeans and hoodies, and their hands were pink and shaky as they dug through the packets of instant coffee and sugar to find the cafinated sachets, as opposed to the decaffinated ones I turned my nose up at.

"Yes! It is SO cold," she said, chattering through a frozen smile.

"No, actually is entirely warm," he mumbled.

"Ha ha," she tried, while glancing sideways. They precariously balanced all of my requests, in a pile in my arms.

"OK. So, sorry for keeping you in the cold, guys. And thank you for the coffee. And the towels. Oh and the sugar!  And ok.. Bye. Thank you," I called as they turned to trudge back down the stairs, their towels and vacuum in hand.


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