ME: tall. soft-spoken. close-cropped brown hair, black leather jacket. hungry.
YOU: handsome. soft-spoken. blue hair (is that natural? just kidding ha ha), Taco Bell polo. standing in the way of me and my food but I didn't mind.
This feels so stupid and lame and desperate to do. I wanted to chat more but the line was too long--lunch time rush, I bet.
Do you remember me? Write me back with the weird thing I told you I usually get (when the line is not so long).
ME: tall. hoarse. (not a horse!) tight curly hair, black leather jacket. not hungry.
YOU: handsome. soft-spoken. blue hair. end of your shift.
I've written one of these about you before. A lot of people think they're creepy, and they are, but I've always felt they're kind of sweet too. Hopefully you're on board with that also.
Anyway, I was in the neighborhood and I stopped by. I got out of my car and ended up holding the door for you on the way out.
Felt like a real uncomfortable time to say anything--I know when I'm done working I just want to go home. Let me know if you see this.
ME: tall. sick. shoulder-length hair. no leather jacket this time. sssstarving.
YOU: handsome. soft-spoken. no hair. taking your own lunch.
Are you okay? I hope to God you don't read these. I've been through a lot since I last wrote one; think of this more as a blog or a writing exercise.
Or a public expression of worry for an always-friendly stranger. I. Uh. I noticed you had no eyebrows either. Are you all right? If anyone knows this person--I guess I'm just concerned.
Don't write back. Just sending good vibes.
ME: tall. miserable. long hair. writing this.
YOU: nowhere to be found.
Someone reached out. I only got a little bit of the story but it was enough. I don't really believe in God anymore but I hope you're in a better place.
People aren't in the habit of saying this, but when I would see you it always brightened my day. Thank you for that, and for the folks like the one who emailed me whose lives you touched.