“What a boring day!” I said to myself.
“There is no one interested in taking a cab at this hour”.
But then something captured my attention. It was 10 minutes to 6 p.m. when I saw her in front of a very fashionable restaurant. She was a beautiful blond young lady, looking or waiting for something or someone. Her eyes were lightning scanning every person on the street. She seemed a little confused and lost, but in the same time nervous. Looking more carefully at her I saw a big stain of red wine on her cream jacket. Shortly, a man appeared closed to her. He was having some humble gestures, like he was trying to calm her down. After a short discussion he came back into the restaurant. But the lady continued to stay at the restaurant entrance.
When I looked again 2 minutes later she was in the same place smoking another thin cigarette. Then, trying not to seem strongly interested in her behavior, I took the newspaper and start reading. Then…
“Let’s go! Faster please!” a woman voice commanded after slamming the car’s door.
“Where are we going?" I asked looking in the mirror to see who is that polite person. It was that young lady…
“Hey...are you listening to me?" she asked.
“Let’s go!”
“Ok, I am driving to nowhere if you want, but I’ll also start the …”
“To the Majestic Hotel” she quickly added.
She took a deep breath as the taxi drove her away from that restaurant. After a few quiet moments she started talking.
“Outside there were a few taxis lined-up, but from all of them I choosed you. I hope you are okay, I mean you are British, aren’t you? You look like a British person. Being impressed by such a direct approach, I dared to give a quick response:
“If really matters… yes I’m from here” I said with a lost voice. Then the climax came:
“I hate this town. I came here for relaxation and I receive only disagreement concerning my beliefs … I don’t understand them. That incompetent waitress spilled a glass of wine on my jacket. Then she told me that she feels sorry. But I don’t care about her apology. She is an immigrant. I wanted to be fired by her manager in front of me, in my presence. But the manager of the restaurant refused to do it. He is an immigrant too. Everyone who is not from here seems so arrogant. I hate this town. Is full of Europeans…You know what kind of Europeans” she added.
“But we all are Europeans” I interrupted her.
My intervention made her silent for a while, giving me the chance to think at the shortest route to the hotel. My luck! I wanted to get out of this conversation as soon as possible, so I started driving faster than before. The destination was very close, then unexpectedly:
“What are you doing? Do you want to kill me? Why did you passed on yellow light? Do you want to kill me?
“Sorry, I didn’t want to scare you.”
“Sorry! You feel sorry? You are just like that waitress! You did it because you wanted to do it”.
Being intrigued by her words I pressed hard on the breaks. I felt a sudden urge to revenge. The route was finally over. I managed to bring her in front of the hotel.
“You will pay for this! I’ll call to your taxi company! Let’s see who is going to pay for this route. You are so ungrateful, just like that waitress!
While she continued with all the offenses I had finally the courage to intervene and to tell her:
“I’m a European!”
Then I left the hotel parking with a rare feeling, a feeling of doubt. I keep wondering how can someone so beautiful and graceful have such a wheel-deal? Something bothered me very much. That something made me feel as an intruder after a long period of time. I felt repulsion, rejection, objection…
Teacher,
BOBASU ALEXANDRA
“There is no one interested in taking a cab at this hour”.
But then something captured my attention. It was 10 minutes to 6 p.m. when I saw her in front of a very fashionable restaurant. She was a beautiful blond young lady, looking or waiting for something or someone. Her eyes were lightning scanning every person on the street. She seemed a little confused and lost, but in the same time nervous. Looking more carefully at her I saw a big stain of red wine on her cream jacket. Shortly, a man appeared closed to her. He was having some humble gestures, like he was trying to calm her down. After a short discussion he came back into the restaurant. But the lady continued to stay at the restaurant entrance.
When I looked again 2 minutes later she was in the same place smoking another thin cigarette. Then, trying not to seem strongly interested in her behavior, I took the newspaper and start reading. Then…
“Let’s go! Faster please!” a woman voice commanded after slamming the car’s door.
“Where are we going?" I asked looking in the mirror to see who is that polite person. It was that young lady…
“Hey...are you listening to me?" she asked.
“Let’s go!”
“Ok, I am driving to nowhere if you want, but I’ll also start the …”
“To the Majestic Hotel” she quickly added.
She took a deep breath as the taxi drove her away from that restaurant. After a few quiet moments she started talking.
“Outside there were a few taxis lined-up, but from all of them I choosed you. I hope you are okay, I mean you are British, aren’t you? You look like a British person. Being impressed by such a direct approach, I dared to give a quick response:
“If really matters… yes I’m from here” I said with a lost voice. Then the climax came:
“I hate this town. I came here for relaxation and I receive only disagreement concerning my beliefs … I don’t understand them. That incompetent waitress spilled a glass of wine on my jacket. Then she told me that she feels sorry. But I don’t care about her apology. She is an immigrant. I wanted to be fired by her manager in front of me, in my presence. But the manager of the restaurant refused to do it. He is an immigrant too. Everyone who is not from here seems so arrogant. I hate this town. Is full of Europeans…You know what kind of Europeans” she added.
“But we all are Europeans” I interrupted her.
My intervention made her silent for a while, giving me the chance to think at the shortest route to the hotel. My luck! I wanted to get out of this conversation as soon as possible, so I started driving faster than before. The destination was very close, then unexpectedly:
“What are you doing? Do you want to kill me? Why did you passed on yellow light? Do you want to kill me?
“Sorry, I didn’t want to scare you.”
“Sorry! You feel sorry? You are just like that waitress! You did it because you wanted to do it”.
Being intrigued by her words I pressed hard on the breaks. I felt a sudden urge to revenge. The route was finally over. I managed to bring her in front of the hotel.
“You will pay for this! I’ll call to your taxi company! Let’s see who is going to pay for this route. You are so ungrateful, just like that waitress!
While she continued with all the offenses I had finally the courage to intervene and to tell her:
“I’m a European!”
Then I left the hotel parking with a rare feeling, a feeling of doubt. I keep wondering how can someone so beautiful and graceful have such a wheel-deal? Something bothered me very much. That something made me feel as an intruder after a long period of time. I felt repulsion, rejection, objection…
Teacher,
BOBASU ALEXANDRA
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