I walked in and shook her hand, introducing myself. My name was the last thing I said for the next two hours. She is a grade school teacher and the whole time we were there at Denny’s, she talked about school reforms. I tried so hard to be interested but kept finding my mind wandering to other things I could and should be doing. At one point I realized I had lost total track of her conversation and thought, “Maybe if I pay attention now, I can fill in the blank time.” Soon enough though, my mind wandered again. Once again, I silently reprimanded myself to pay attention. Again, I thought, “Maybe if I listen well now, I can figure out what I missed.”
My cell phone never goes two hours without someone calling about some disaster at work that needs my attention. I kept finding my eyes drifting to my cell and wondering if there is a way to make it ring without her noticing that I was the one making it ring.
The next time I found myself not cognizant of her words, I looked up and was startled to find her drawing a diagram of some sort on the table. I thought, “Oh, no, I hope she doesn’t test me on this conversation.” I leaned in and looked earnestly at her finger as it moved about the table top, glancing from her finger to her face as she talked, trying to look like I was entranced with what she was saying. I figured I can at least look like I am paying attention. As it turned out, she wasn’t drawing a diagram at all. She was just absentmindedly pushing a bread crumb about the table top as she got further into the topic of school reforms.
I am not sure how many years of history I could have learned in that two hour period about school reforms but I am sure it would have been enough to make me qualified to sit on a school district board, had I paid attention.
When my cell finally rang, I had to refrain from answering it with, “I’ll be right there!” or something equally lame, like, “About time this phone rang!” I finally did have my out though. I graciously told her that it was a joy to meet her, but I needed to get to work.
When I didn’t contact her again, I received a vicious email telling me where I can go. Thank goodness it wasn’t to Denny’s to have coffee.
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