CREATIVE EXPRESSION AT MY FINEST
He owes me a cup of coffee and a conversation. He would be the stranger who sat in the front seat of the charter bus. He has always remained a stranger due to three years of complex "conversations". I remember the first time I encountered him. I was on my way to a business meeting and was in dire need of a cab. I waited at the cab stand which seemed invisible to cab drivers for almost an hour.
It was within the last twenty minutes that the stranger appeared. He seemed to have a better way of getting a cab that was unorthodox, but effective. I watched him recklessly walk out into the middle of the street and hail a cab. I'll admit that I was amazed and contemplated the attempt. As my foot left the curb on to my future death he stopped me and asked if I would share a cab with him. While in the cab we chatted lightly about the way the cabs don't stop for that particular cab stand.
The cab drivers always stop for him added the cab driver who overheard the conversation. I knew he was being sarcastic and that the stranger must usually flag cabs like that. His stop was before mine so once he exited the cab he also exited my mind. Another run in with him would be at the grocery store. I was in a crowded line with a slow cashier who had hopes of making it big one day. She was so busy daydreaming about success that she forgot her day job.
When all of a sudden I heard a familiar voice and it was the stranger. He was signaling for me to join him in the express line. I pointed to my cart to show him that I had well over 20 items. He wasn't buying my excuse so I joined him. I wondered what trick he had for supermarkets like he did for cabs. When it was his turn to ring up items he grabbed about ten from my cart and paid for them.
I'm not too fond of guys paying for me because they might want something in return. So once we both were done I reached in my bag to pay him, but before I could he was strolling out of the store. I dubbed him a guardian angel for awhile because twice he has came to my rescue. At this point, I became intrigued with our run-ins. So I started to look for him ,but nothing would put us in the same place for over a year.
Two years later, I am walking through the park and there's a dog that is chasing me. For awhile, I thought the dog was just running until I saw the eagerness to catch up to me in its eyes. Before I could make a fool of myself and scream like a little girl, its owner jumped out and stopped it. I attempted to thank the man and to my surprise it was the stranger. I felt a smile upon my face and noticed he smiled back. For the first time, we were about to have a conversation.
He asked me, "How you been?" and I replied that I was good. It felt real good to see him. Was this a crush developing? He then apologized for his dog attempts to mate with me and went about his way. I stood there for a minute like a fool for not taking advantage of that moment. A couple of months went by again and this time I met up with him at the cafe.
Here is where the coffee comes to play. He was ahead of me in the line and was about to purchase him a coffee when he realized he lost his money. It was only right that I would pay for his coffee. I tapped his shoulder and handed him money. He was reluctant to take it at first, but saw how sincere I was in giving it to him so he took it. He had no idea that was all the cash I had. It was a rough month and my company wasn't doing so good so I was living on a strict budget.
While he put the cream and sugar in his coffee I made it up in my mind that I would have a real conversation with him. So I walked up to him and asked if he had a minute to talk. He chuckled and sat at the nearest table. I was pleased at his response and attempted to sit down when his phone rung and he excused himself. He went outside and I sat there patiently when I noticed him pause enough to smile at me.
He then lifted the coffee to the window and moved his lips to say thanks as he walked off. I couldn't believe he would be that rude to me. I got up and walked angrily down the street. I cursed him out severely in my head. He was a strange bastard at this point . It really hurt my feelings and reminded me of the past rejections I've felt. It took awhile for me to get over what he done. After processing the situation I realized that he wasn't a strange bastard, but just a strange person. Maybe he took pleasure in the bumping into each other.
About two months had passed and my company was back in the winning circle so I decided to take a trip somewhere. I packed up for about a week vacation and had my mind focused on the beach. I approached the bus station feeling as good as I could be. It was a bit of people out there and we kind of were ordered in the way we would get on the bus. I was envious of those who were in the front because they had choice to a seat. By the time I would be getting on the bus it would be too darn crowded and all the good seats would be taking. I finally reached the bus driver who was taking tickets by the door.
I step on the bus and my bag seems to get caught on the front seat to my left. I was so busy looking ahead at a seat that I didn't notice a hand touch my bag to free it. I turn around and it was the stranger. He smiled at me as usual and I reciprocated it as usual. I proceeded to go to the back of the bus when I heard his voice say he owed me a conversation. Wow, he remembered!
I skipped the animosity and sat right next to him. He even gave me the window seat and just as a little kid, I was just too happy. All these years I wanted a conversation with him, but this time I was lost for words. He opened the conversation with hello. After that, he reached over and handed me a coffee with a charming wink. Usually I would think about having future conversations with him, but I didn't. This time I focused on this moment and this dance that we do. That was enough to last a life time.
Creative expression at MY finest.