me: can i have a decaf, non-fat mocha?
him: you sure can. *rings in order*
me: *looks through purse for wallet*
him: how are you today?
me: *oblivious to the fact the question is directed at me*
him: *repeats question*
me: *looks behind to confirm he is talking to me*
him: *laughs* you are all *imitates my startled face*
me: i don’t know why i didn’t realize you were talking to me. i’m doing well, thanks. and you?
him: maybe we should switch that order to caffeinated?
me: valid point, but my stomach prefers the decaf. (*thinks to self* self, did you just admit too much?)
him: have a good day.
me: you too.
and as i waited for my drink to be made, i pondered my confusion. was it the fact he asked me how i was doing after he took my order? was it my level of tiredness? why didn’t i realize he was talking to me? have you ever revealed too much information to a stranger? have you ever been a part of a conversation you didn’t realize was taking place?