The Almost-Empty Panera

empty Panera
A peek at my dark side…

BETWEEN SEMESTERS at OSU, the Panera on High Street is empty early morning. Lucky day for me! I have my pick of tables.

I’ve dropped Wally to visit with a fellow CLL-er and come with my laptop to wrestle with a writing challenge. It’s a toughie.

I get myself set up – everything positioned just right on the table. You know what I mean.

In comes a college-age girl, alone, but talking her head off and wearing earphones, apparently carrying on a conversation with someone somewhere. She looks across the restaurant, then chooses the table CLOSEST to me and sits in the chair FACING me, talking virtually nonstop while eating a breakfast sandwich (which is not a pretty sight).

In this moment, I sense I am turning crabby. (This is the dark side I referred to.)

The BIG Question: WHY does it take a full 15 minutes of wondering why in the world she didn’t sit somewhere else before it dawns on me I can move? I mean, really people, sometimes it’s just that easy.


About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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2 Responses to The Almost-Empty Panera

  1. bethhavey says:

    I always enjoy your posts. How is Wally doing? John is doing great. We moved to California. Still getting settled, but it was the right thing to do. OSU made it all possible. Beth


  2. Belinda says:

    Ha ha! I missed this last week, but am so glad you linked to it in a subsequent post. Wisdom!


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