a brush with celebrity... sort of
So I went over to Cafe Luna to grab a late lunch and read some more of my book. You know the one that the waitress recommended that I may or may not have previously mentioned... yeah that one. I knew I had told you already (no I didn't).
So I was eating lunch and starting sentences with so. First it takes them half an hour or so to bring a menu and then even longer to take my order. More out of an inability to focus on reading the menu than sheer spite, I decide on the Presidents' Day omelette consisting of things that I am sure our current President wouldn't like what with his familial distaste for green vegetables. I think that the delays were a direct result of my eating alone. Couples on both sides of me cranked through the menu and ordering phase with proper efficiency. I just sat and read my book.
After over an hour I realized that a new couple had come and sat on my right. Two women in their lower thirties I would guess using my honed skill of age approximation. The one across from where I was sitting had a wonderful full face and spoke with distinct facial gesturing; a rare skill indeed. After half an hour or so of reading / eavesdropping I noticed that they were talking about NPR! As usual I made the stupid self-deprecating drug addiction metaphor for my love of NPR and found that my attempt to compliment them on their subject of discussion was an interruption of their work related conversation. Let me repeat for emphasis: Talking about NPR for some people means talking about work not obsession.
I didn't know what to do with this newfound realization and went back to reading my book until one of them got up to use the restroom. In large part influenced by the three cups of coffee I had consumed whilst waiting for my food I started chatting with the remaining party, the one with the interesting about NPR and such. She asked what I did and how long I had been here and where I lived and all the usual questions followed by where are you from and such. I don't think I have really come to terms with the rarity of my life experience and choices. This is not to say that they are in any way interesting (especially the bland reserved way I present them) to another human being but we talked for a bit and when the other woman returned I was rewarded with the knowledge that they are both producers for Morning Edition. How cool is that. They get up at 3 or so every day and go to work at NPR.
I asked about volunteering and gave them my card (a good first card giveaway if I may say so myself). To be polite I went back to reading until they offered me some of their dessert which I gladly accepted. Deciding that I was full I headed home to write about how cool it is to meet NPR people while eating lunch.
Who is this guy?
Leave a comment