We’re all craving a little human interaction
I sat at a table, enjoying a break from holiday shopping at the mall, and you were sitting just a table away. Each of us was eating alone. You looked like me—a middle-aged dad wearing a Cleveland Indians cap. I hate eating alone, and I wanted to ask you to join me—just another human being—for lunch, but I was shy, I guess. Now I really wish I had said something because we may never get to enjoy that opportunity. We have to eat alone these days, until further notice, due to Coronavirus.
I had no idea the world was about to change, that we could lose something so simple.
You were in the seat next to me at the movies, and it seemed we had a similar sense of humor. We both laughed at the same moments, but pretended not to notice each other. One of us should have said something and recognized our mutual interests; we might have become friends. You can never have too many of those. We’ll likely never have such an opportunity again.
