So this happened yesterday.
It was Friday morning and I was on my way to work. Work has, of late been very demanding. I had a lot of work pending and was feeling very stressed as I started the long day ahead.
I generally have to take the tube to work but I was running late and needed to be on a conference call so i hopped on the bus to work.
So there i was, sitting sullen in the bus, not at all looking forward to the day that stretched unending in front of me. The bus trudged along slowly manouvering London's weekday 8 am traffic. I was lost in thought. Stressed and unhappy.
Sitting in the bus, I suddenly caught the eye of a young and might I add a very good looking, handsome man sitting in a on coming Mercedes. The traffic was slow and the two of us stared at each for a few seconds.
And then he gestured.
He used his hands to pull the sides of his lips downwards in an inverted 'U'. A sad face. Then he jiggled his hands to say that that is not good. He then smiled widely. A happy face. Then he gestured that that is really good.
As meaning dawned on me, unkown to me, i was alreay smiling.
He smiled.
And winked.
My bus and his car moved on leaving me smiling. :)
Sometimes little gestures mean so much. We are always looking for a validation of our existence. To be acknowledged, to be made to feel important in even a small insignificant way. Thank you, Stranger in the Mercedes. You made my day.
RP
It was Friday morning and I was on my way to work. Work has, of late been very demanding. I had a lot of work pending and was feeling very stressed as I started the long day ahead.
I generally have to take the tube to work but I was running late and needed to be on a conference call so i hopped on the bus to work.
So there i was, sitting sullen in the bus, not at all looking forward to the day that stretched unending in front of me. The bus trudged along slowly manouvering London's weekday 8 am traffic. I was lost in thought. Stressed and unhappy.
Sitting in the bus, I suddenly caught the eye of a young and might I add a very good looking, handsome man sitting in a on coming Mercedes. The traffic was slow and the two of us stared at each for a few seconds.
And then he gestured.
He used his hands to pull the sides of his lips downwards in an inverted 'U'. A sad face. Then he jiggled his hands to say that that is not good. He then smiled widely. A happy face. Then he gestured that that is really good.
As meaning dawned on me, unkown to me, i was alreay smiling.
He smiled.
And winked.
My bus and his car moved on leaving me smiling. :)
Sometimes little gestures mean so much. We are always looking for a validation of our existence. To be acknowledged, to be made to feel important in even a small insignificant way. Thank you, Stranger in the Mercedes. You made my day.
RP
