Two Images, Same Time

Yesterday Anna and I were at a restaurant having lunch. A terrible water pounding storm was outside. There was a report of a tornado sighting about 20 miles south of Atlanta.

The table next to us was a man young man sitting piddling with his food with one hand and his cell phone in the other. He had a thick crop of neatly cut dark hair. He was dressed very tailored and neatly, and the worn Levis were partly worn out just right – no torn Levis, he was not out to make a statement like that… nor were the Levis dark blue new, but I doubt if he worn the jeans in public until they got that certain faded blue book.

By his telephone conversation, only hearing his side, I think he was trying to check the Church kindergarten his child or children go to, just concerned because of the stormy weather and possible tornados and all.

What I found a amusing was when he called his office to have that person find the number for him of the church’s kindergarten he has a certain way of saying “Hey!” to that person, and when he called who I think was his wife he would let out a different “Hey”… one of the Heys were deep and one reminded me of a goat saying “Nnnn-nana-na”. It was a longer “hey” with almost a musical note in it.

He called back and fourth, maybe talking to his wife and whoever at his work, so I heard him change his telephone greetings a couple of times.

I don’t know, but I suspect that he portrayed a certain image for his work-mate and he had another image set aside for his wife…. And there he was, on the phone switching back and forth dealing out his images with me intently eavesdropping – it I was not invisible, I’m sure that would make a person self-conscious.