The Phone Call that Didn’t Bother Me, until it did

girl in hotel lobby

“No, it’s fine. There’s only one other person here.”

Hotel lobby, 6 AM. A young woman one table away from where I’ve set up shop gets on the phone. It’s like when someone takes a call on an elevator and that space turns into their branch office with you as involuntary eavesdropper.

* * *

I’ve come to the lobby to get some writing done without waking my husband and, honestly, she is not bothering me. She is a lot less distracting than having CNN on the big flat screen like every other morning this week.

And I’m not writing. I am reading the New York Times online.

* * *

I learn a little about her life, her work, why she’s here. I even learn a little about the guy on the other end of the call. Bastian is his name.

The call ends. A few minutes later, she calls Bastian back.

“Yeah, it’s me again. I had another thought.”

There’s a brief pause.

“No, it’s fine. There’s only one other person here.”

And HERE is where the phone conversation that doesn’t bother me begins to bother me greatly.

Since when am I ONLY one other person, and one who doesn’t matter?

* * *

Soon another hotel guest comes down for breakfast. And another. And another. Until there are 8, then 10. Still she is talking away. I guess at some point “only one other person” became “only ten other people.”

I am griping, I know. But there was just something in that remark.

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 Phone Call that Didn’t Bother Me, until it did

  1. I totally understand. I often am the one who discounts my own presence, oh, it’s just me. Having someone else do it is even more insulting.

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  2. Marilyn says:

    I’m so glad you got that! Someone just told me they didn’t understand what the problem was and I began to think it was just me.

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