Good morning
October 31st, 2007
Yesterday night I send off 51 pages of my script to my tutor.
I felt great when I send it and I thought:
“Eat this you moth…, you, you, you tutor!”
30 minutes later: “I think it was quite alright”
1 hour later “I hope it was alright”
2 hours later “Oh bloody hell, it’s crap isn’t it”
2.5 hours “Worst script ever”
3 hours later “I am not going to class on Saturday, no way”
So this morning I was late and I was tired and I might even have been a bit grumpy.
I closed the door behind me and started walking to work.
I met an old man.
I have seen him before in the morning, he wears glasses and a baseball cap, he walks very slowly and he normally doesn’t have his teeth in at that time of the day.
“Good morning” he said out of the blue.
“Good morning” I said back, surprised.
“Oh, I ‘m sorry, I thought you were Michael”
Now, this isn’t the first time I get mistaken for a boy (short hair, sneakers, jeans girl as I am) so I didn’t really mind. Maybe Michael is incredibly handsome, in a girlish kind of way, I thought. Michael might even have the same type of shoes as I do. (If you do Michael, be careful when it rains …).
So I said:
“No problem”
And he smiled and looked at me and
“Have a nice day”
and stumbled on.
He was really nice and he wiped any sign of grumpiness out of my head with his toothless smile.
October 31st, 2007 at 13:55
Lovely - sometimes the balance of our mood can be changed by tiny unimaginable things, isn’t it? (And I’m pretty sure your script is great, btw)
November 1st, 2007 at 21:38
Those are the best sorts of encounters … brief moments with a stranger that make one cheered and buoyant.
I suspect your script was good … before the devilish doubts set in. I wish we could all banish those from our thoughts!