Across the street from my office is our city's version of Central Park. I go there almost every day. My work has ramped up considerably this week, and I am starting to understand what my role means in terms of scope and volume. Today, wanting to slow down and relax for a minute, I find myself mesmerized by the conversations of passers-by as I sit on a bench in the park.
'For some couples, if they don't have a baby, they drift apart.'
'I thought of wearing a white shirt, but decided to wear a sweater over my shirt, too.'
'I want to buy everything that fits.'
'Sorry I couldn't answer the phone, but we were watching a movie..there were only eight of us in the theater.'
'It's fun when parties are outside because you get to talk to people, but when it's freezing, no one wants to talk.'
'Are we walking too fast for you?
'I'm selling pot holders for $10 and scarves for $25, but if you can't afford the $10 or $25...'
'Thanks for waiting for me.'
'And that used to be the library right there.'
I feel invisible sitting among the crowd with my sunglasses, my water bottle and the sillage of Bvlgari's Rose Essentielle pacifying Daphne like a binky.
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