1. I should probably keep my mouth shut more often.
2. But if I don’t, I need to make sure I have my little notebook with me so I can write stuff down. Like I did on Sunday.
But we’re in the south now, y’all, and we’re on the ferry-cross-the-water, so drivers can’t just pull away from me when I walk up to their cars unless they want some seriously negative consequences.
It’s an older couple (note to self: they’re probably my age, but I like to think I’ve gotten younger since changing my latitude/attitude) who most likely want to shut their power windows right now, but you can’t run your car engine while the ferry’s moving and so they can’t.
I smile as I lean into them and say, “I love your license plate. I don’t know if it stands for something like Hudson Associates, Inc. or if you just run a laughter business, but I like it.”
They do not crack the hint of a smile, so I’m guessing it’s the former. Not even the hint of a smile.
I’ll bet they cut their vacation short and have headed home so they could apply for a new license plate.
Sitting in the car and talking on the ferry ride:
B: I love E, but I can’t imagine having her job. [E is a hospice chaplain.]
Me: If I were in hospice, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have than E come visit me as a chaplain. She’s wonderful, so compassionate.
B: Yeah, but she deals every day with people who are dying. That would be depressing.
Me: Well, technically, we’re all dealing every day with people who are dying.
C: Wow, how Zen-like was that.