I was sitting at a cafe a couple of weeks ago when I spotted a familiar-looking woman sitting at the table next to me. I thought we might have worked on some board together, or something, so I went over to her table. My friends warned me not to do it. One of them, The Bear, leaned over to me, and said, "You're gonna get your ass kicked." I should have listened to him...
"Perdon?"
SHE turns HER head away from me, apparently checking out the Bulgarian accordion player approaching the cafe with the sweet sounds of "La Vie en Rose." Her male companion is also avoiding looking directly at me.
"Perdon?"
SHE finally turns around and looks up at me.
"Do you speak English?"
"Yes."
"Well, sorry to bother you, but I was wondering...what's your name?"
SHE laughs here. A slight, barely audible half-hearted golf clap guffaw of a laugh, as if someone has just suggested offer one of HER spare rooms to a band of Andalusian gypsies for the night.
"Why should I tell
you?
I'm baffled. SHE has a good point. But why should SHE be so rude? Is SHE someone famous? Is SHE in the Witness Protection Program? Or is SHE just some bitch from the Hamptons?
"Uh...I don't know...I thought...maybe I knew you."
SHE rolls HER eyes in a huge circle to let me know that people like HER and people like me don't
know each other.
"I don't think so, but thanks."
That's what SHE said. I walked back to my table in disgust. The Bear leaned over to me, and said, "I told you you were gonna get your ass kicked."
I decided to call her Jane. I spent the next few days cursing her whenever something bad happened. I stubbed my toe on the kitchen door. "Fuck you, Jane!" I belted. I dropped a euro in the gutter. "Go to hell, Jane!" I cried. And so on.
I call her Jane. Do any of you know who this woman is?