Today was a day of bizarre conversations.
From the barista who attempted to engage me in a discussion of the rhyming skills of Cole Porter (“You’re Fred Astaire, you’re Camembert? You’re a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet? No, nothing?”), to the woman who spoke to her young child like he was a pet (“Sammy, stay! Good boy…”), I was privy to – and indeed involved in – several unique interactions throughout the day.
Perhaps the most interesting dialogue took place in the elevator. I had just boarded the empty car when I saw two women approaching. They entered the lift mid-conversation:
“…you might be right about that, but I just can’t stand the frosted one. I need clear,” the first woman explained.
“But you’ll get eye strain if you use clear to read by; you need frosted,” the second woman countered, a bit irritated.
Woman #1 looked at me, and asked, “When it comes to light bulbs, do you use the frosted kind, or the clear kind?”
Umm…. I wasn’t sure that I really wanted to enter this conversation. But both sets of eyes were looking intently at me, waiting for my reply. Gulp. Okay…
I answered, “Actually, I’m a big fan of the Reveal bulbs. The light they provide simulates natural light; they’re quite beautiful.”
Both women beamed at me. “Wow, that sounds perfect!” Woman #2 excitedly exclaimed. She looked happily at Woman #1.
Woman #1 looked at me, and then said, “Ah, so I bet you really don’t like those compact fluorescent bulbs, do you?” She nodded in silent-yet-emphatic agreement.
The doors to the elevator opened. I gently-yet-genuinely smiled at each of them, and stated, “No, I’m not a big fan of those,” then turned and exited the elevator.
“See, the right bulb really IS important; it makes a big difference the ambiance of the room…” woman #1 continued on as the doors closed, and the car continued its’ ascent.