Tuesday, March 9, 2010

(What's the Story) Morning Glory?

Last night at dinner out with the manfriend, the waitress immediately recognized me from brunch there previously. She even sat with us later as the pub cleared out for the night, to chat and take a load off her black chucks that I told her I loved and brought fresh hazelnut cream for my Irish coffee and extra shortbread cookies to take home.

I have that kind of face, happens all the time. Like the young girl who once served me sushi and mochi balls and paid a visit (special) to our table months later to tell me she'd joined Navy, about how excited she was. I told her they do have the cutest uniforms. It's the hat. And she laughed. Or the tattooed waiter who asked a bit too warmly given I had a boy at my side, “I’ve seen you in here before, haven’t I…winkwink?” I found it sweet.

Or the clerk at the organic market whose line I always make a point to check out through, that one time to hear if she made it to her 10-year high school reunion or not. Or the Sunday morning yoga sub, or the boy foaming my latte or the guy who patched the back tire that had picked up a nail and rotated the rest, all at no charge.

And I love that.

I like making and leaving an impression. Chatting up the people around me, grabbing for bits of their stories. People like to tell their stories, the meanings behind the tattoos or favorite spot for a burger or reaction to a finally spring day so lovely you smell it before you even step out into it.

All you have to do is ask, and a bit more of the world opens up.

And I love that.


Simply Suthern said...

I love chatting with folks I dont know. It's odd because I am very introverted around a crowd. I was having some work done at my house and had to have my utilites moved. That usually requires paying fees. However after talking to each individual customer service rep for 30 minutes about weather and kids I found out that it was really up to them whether there was to be a charge or not. I had some really nice chats and got it all done for free.

Elliott said...

Love this, and I'm glad I'm not the only one who experiences this. I can go almost anywhere and run into people I know, so often that it doesn't even phase my wife anymore.

It helps keep the world small.

Lisa said...

I am so not that person. Once in a while, maybe, but not really. My friend always ALWAYS talks to the person who scans her groceries. Now, don't get me wrong, I do pleasantries, ask them how they're doing, but that's usually it. She's practically inviting them to her birthday party. I'm just not that girl.

Jodie Kash said...

I love how often that word comes up in comments. I'm all warm and fuzzy inside.

...and it's not just from the Kung Fu Girl Riesling.

Lisa, I'd always come to your birthday party ;) Or Aarons. When is that shower? I must shop for tiny man jeans.

The mad woman behind the blog said...

And its not b/c your lipstick is on crooked? Toilet paper stuck to your shoe? Back of skirt stuck in your panties?

Just kidding. Thank you for a lovely post, just the nice little pick me up I needed.

Jodie Kash said...

Oh, it could be any or any of those things, Mad ;)

Pearl said...

YOu are exactly right, Jodie. All you have to do is ask.

I have that kind of face, too. People tell me things.


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