Thread: Waiting to Write and Read

Thread: Waiting to Write and Read

It was interesting that once again, although I'm sure it was purely coincidental, I was interrupted by a doorbell, but something more..blogger was down for some time.
This has happened before, and usually right after I have told someone about the blog.

I wonder why the coincidence should even matter to me.

For some reason, I am always interrupted at around 9am to 10am, and I am unable to write. Is there some bus driver version of me who doesn't get home until 5pm or after? lol..

Ok, so what's the point talking about the morning now that it is only 5:30pm.
It's not like I was at the dentist or anything. Just plain and simple coffee, interacting with the cats, boring routine, but exciting to me, nonetheless.
I almost thought I could write multiple entries on other blogs and then repost here and say something about that. I didn't, however, and so I will have to check in with you at another point.

I did manage to do some urgent errands. I consider them urgent, even if no one else does.

I went to get my mail, and someone opened the door for me right after they saw me take the keys out. Why do they do that? They open it right then. I also wanted to wait it out and not have interaction with him as he was on his cell. I hate having to say something to the person, because the receiver carries the voice to the listener. The listener most likely is female. Then I always hear the noisy question:
"Who was that?!" Like they assume by hearing your voice, their person is with you.
I had even waited minutes for him to leave the lobby, but he loitered talking incessantly for minutes. My whole purpose in waiting there was to ascertain that I could manuever my key into the lock. He interfered with me finding out.

Why is that when you are waiting for hours or locked out, or if you can't find your keys, there is absolutely no one around?! But when you have the key, everyone is ready to open the door for me. Then he was looking at my hand and keys and fingers for some reason. Why should he be so focused on me when he is on that phone call.
Then I had to fumble around at the mail box to see if he would leave the lobby so I wouldn't have to get in the elevator with him. For some reason, I feel that they want me to hear the phone conversation. Mostly, I don't. It is so utterly noisy for my comfort. I notice that with this person... it seems to be a pattern. He never talks to me, but he has to be within my vicinity on a phone and has to look at me. Strange, but I don't even know him except for having seen him for about 5 times in the building. I believe he is married. People sure exhibit funny behavior at times.
This is when I am not even looking to speak to or engage in any conversation.

Then the classic phrase echoed in his words, the rest being in a foreign (African?) language that I didn't recognize or even know, for that matter:

"...she doesn't need anything..." I have seen many people articulate this same phrase around me when I am up and about. It is probably not about me, but I hear the phrase so often, I wonder if all the random catch-phrases are always the same around me.

Other than that, nothing ordinary, commonplace, or boring happened to me today.

Sigh..