Apr 22, 2016 2:38pm
I am the only customer in the dark little store. There is a sole female clerk, wearing a short, tightly fitting dress with broad shiny bangles, multiple golden rings on several of her fingers and large golden earrings dangling from her ears, standing behind the counter. I choose three items…
“I would like to have these three, please; each in a paper envelope.”
Meticulously, she removes each from its plastic case, folds the labels, and slips them into paper envelopes. The task takes longer than it should due to her very long, gem-studded fingernails, and her frequent furtive glances in my direction.
“I remember you.”
“You do?… Is it because of the extra work I’m having you do with the envelopes?”
“It’s no problem. You were in here a few months ago.” (She hands the envelopes to me.)
Thursday 30 June 2016 1:15 pm
It is raining heavily. I open the car door a little; just enough to get the umbrella out.
Before I can open the umbrella I see a woman wearing a red blouse under a dark coloured pant suit failing her attempts to lock her car door, balance her boxed lunch, and prevent her umbrella from blowing away in the wind. She sacrifices her car keys to a puddle of water but cannot stoop low enough to retrieve them.
Tucking my still closed umbrella under my arm I walk over, pick up the keys, and hand them to her.
“Oh my gosh! Such a gentleman. Thank you so much!”
“You’re welcome.” I turn to walk away.
“And you’re getting so wet!”
“It’s just water; don’t worry about it.” I am returning to lock my vehicle.
She walks on ahead of me with an awkward, self-conscious gait. She knows I am walking behind her…
Tuesday 24 May 2016 9:43 AM
“You got a haircut?! You look ten years younger!”
“Really?! So how old do I usually look?”
“I don’t know. You just look younger. It takes you.”
“So I look like what; 50 years old now?”
“It looks nice. It looks very nice.”
Monday 23 May 2016
I’m in the hallway chatting with a friend; a woman. Another woman approaches, brushes up against me as she passes by, then continues on her way.
Later at the grocery store, I find the shortest line to a cashier. There is a line where one man is already paying for his groceries, but someone has left their shopping basket at the end of the conveyor. I move past the unattended basket and place my lunch, Granola and one litre of Apple Juice, on the belt. Just then, a slim, mature Asian woman, wearing high heels and skinny jeans comes up behind me to claim the shopping basket as hers.
As I step aside to allow her to get ahead of me, she puts her hand on my shoulder and slides it across my back:
“No, no. It’s okay. You stay right there.”
09:37 Tuesday 19 January 2016
“Hi, this is Trisha, the wedding singer. I met you some time last year at an anniversary party(?) I’m just following up on a promise to call you when I got back into the country. You can call me back if you like(?)”
I have just exited the restroom, and I am walking back to my office…
“Have you been lifting weights, or what?! Your chest looks so big?!”
Quickly, I slip into the nearest room…
(She seems to be waiting for me each morning.)
20:37 Monday 14 December 2015
At the airport. A woman walks toward me with a smile. She is pushing a wheelchair and calls me Damian.
My name is not Damian.