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Thursday, July 03, 2003The other day i walking down to the post office, a place that i visit quite often given my current place of employment, and a place that i have begun to enjoy. The first time i set foot in that room it was dead quiet, an occasional peck at the keys was the only source of sound, and even that would only cause a momentary flutter in the stillness. Anyway, i decided the place sucked. I did the only thing i could, which was grab a number, and sit next to the nearest person to wait. I sat next to a graying man in his 50's-he had a long jaw that came to a point, and attached to the end was a patch of prickly white hair. Taking in all that i could from his appearance, i came to the conclusion that his mood reflected the room he inhabited: silent and un-flavorful. It was so damn quiet that it seemed as it someone were to shout that everything and everyone in the room would explode in a cataclysmic flash of destruction. So i said in my one of my nicest, loudest voices: "cheery place isn't it?". I swear every room in that head swung towards me like nails to a magnet. The prickly man had a mixed expression on his face: he looked as if his heart had just exploded and as if he had just sighted a third nipple right above my left eye. Though i was now a little red in the face, i was stubbornly undeterred, so i put on my best smile and came back with: "uh...well now....um...anyone wanna trade me numbers? i think my stomach just crawled up my throat and is lodged there...i don't think i can last much longer". and at first i thought "ok god. strike me down." as there was no sign whatsoever from anyone that i was speaking english, let along i just told a joke. then something happened. the prickly man started laughing. it was a laugh that started out with a wheeze, a small snort that leads up to a flemy/gooey chuckle. his laugh started a chain reaction that went from him, straight across the room to one of the clerks, which then spread to the rest of the clerks, which then covered the room like a blanket. not that everyone was on the floor laughing hysterically. hell no. more like two people laughed, and the rest just let the relentless formality and strict silence be released from the room. After that the noise was considerable compared to what it was when i first walked in the door, but nothing spectacular. people were just enjoying themselves. much more smiling going on. anywho, the only real reason i wanted to share this was because i think that if you ever get the chance to liven up a place you should do it, even at the risk of embarrassment-you only live once. and if you believe in reincarnation, then damnit, its not you're going to remember it next time around.
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