My approachability reached a new level today.
I took the kids to the Mensa for lunch. I get student rates this month since my Deutsch class is 20+ hours a week. They were served Cordon Bleu with fries. After we finished eating, the kids went to play (tackle each other) in the nearby grass. A man approached me and asked me something in German. All I caught was “pommes.” “Sorry, my German isn’t very good.” “ I am asking if we could have the pommes you did not eat.” “Of course,” I say and hand him my plate. He took the fries, thanked me, and walked back to his friends. I like that people are comfortable around me and feel free to be themselves, but I can’t help but sense a line was crossed today. Sharing plates seems like something reserved for those in close relationships. Just last week, I saw a couple trade plates with one another. I gave my friend across the table a look: “Did you see that sweet intimacy?” (he did). I’m nobody’s baby. I’m everybody’s girl. I had the First Aid Kit song in my head the rest of the afternoon.
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Ron Thomsen
3/25/2018 06:15:24 pm
That does seem a little odd for someone you have no idea who they are to ask if they may finish your food.
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