Just not that Important
It was a cold morning when I headed out on Route #2 for the daily bike ride. I made a stop at Goodwill on the way and dropped off a bag Edy had put together. They were doing a booming business.
There were lots of folks out and about on the roads and sidewalks on a part of the route I took. One young gent was still in his pajamas as he shuffled along the sidewalk in the most upscale neighborhood in our city. Probably out for a “smoke” because the parents would not let him light up in the parlor and muss the holiday potpourri. I made it to my round about and circled back for the return leg of the ride, it was smooth as silk.
Edy and I then came up with a plan to go to the local market, grab lunch and then go to a museum we’ve not visited before. While in line at the Deli Counter, an older gent approached us to “chat”. In the three minutes we conversed we learned that he was super rich, brilliant, Jewish, Chemical Engineer, Loved Food and had lived in Isreal,Spain,NYC and here since 1975. Did I mention he was brilliant and rich ? He also has a Mexican wife and a Polish ???? who both cook things he likes. He is fond of the deli here because the give good “samples” and he wished they would hurry up because his chauffer was waiting and that was costing him “big money”. The poor guy was buzzed but hey, it’s the 2nd day of Chanukah – Party on.
We ordered salads and sat in the dining area of the place because it was a bit cool outside next to two ladies also with salads. One lady (the suit) was telling the other lady (the workout suit) about how “she told her” sister to re-plan her Xmas plans because they were not convenient for her. She then went on to take a few calls and ask us for a pen because she had to “do a conference call” and did not have a pen. Her friend had come and gone twice during the other calls and darn it, she did not have a pen either; Some friend ! Eventually they “figured out” that while one was getting an email about what number to call for THE call, the other would use her phone to take dictation and relay it back. I’ll bet anything lunch was Dutch.
As I finished my salad I remembered my years in “that club” and said a silent blessing for my emancipation. It feels really good to have worked my whole life to achieve the coveted title of “Un-important”.
We then made our way through the store gathering dinner stuff and goodies for certain small boys we will be visiting soon and went to the Menil Museum which was just a couple of miles down the street. http://www.menil.org/
The Museum itself was beautiful and the exhibits superb. We walked and gazed. Walked some more and looked at beautiful things together and then did a quick tour of the grounds agreeing we’d return later because, well, it felt important.
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