Are You Talking To Me?
Today at the office I had myself and two very intelligent people all putting labels and stamps on about 1500 postcards.
It was tedious and repetitious work but strangely enough we all liked doing it. We laughed and talked and kidded and tried to figure the fastest and most expedient way to put the stickers on. Was it because we could chat freely and off the cuff while our hands did busy work? Was it because, in it’s own way it was a bit therapeutic? It was a odd bonding experience. And so as we talked about little nothings we got on to the subject of being ignored. We discussed how it was rude to do it and hurtful to have it done to you. And then during this nice quiet little discourse, Christy, not her real name -(ok, it is her name) said that one time her husband (now ex and we may now have a clue as to how that happened) ignored her and sat there reading the newspaper. She said she had a whole conversation and at the end of it asked him his feelings about the subject and he said “What-were you talking to me?” At that she lit his newspaper on fire. Just like that. A flick of the bic. “Have I got your attention now, sweetheart, little punkin?” she asked and then threw a pitcher of water on him. I can’t wait until we do stickers and stamps tomorrow! WOW-it will be such fun.