According to Steph
When
I was in high school, I had a Math teacher whose yearbook my friend
Anna and I perused with amazement. He kept it on a front table in the
classroom, and he looked exactly the same: flat top, robotic stature, a
healthy pair of lips that could really show themselves off when he said
the word pi. Inside was a large picture of Mr. B, next to a caption
that said “If you smile at me, I will understand, because that’s
something we do in all languages”.
He
could not have been more right. Today, I had to slam on my breaks as a
biker flew out into the crosswalk with wild abandon. As I looked up
with a scowl, he whizzed past, proudly perched on the seat and showing
his crack. It wasn’t too much, but it didn’t go unnoticed. It was just
enough to make me understand that in all languages, that means “I’m
sorry”.
According to Lauren
This
is a rare case where crack was not whack. He really redeemed my faith
in humanity with that gesture. I conversed with a stranger sans words
today as well. I was recruited into a secret club from what I can
gather. As I turned at a stoplight, some guy (probably the treasurer of
the club) attempted to initiate me. He eased me in with a gentle head
nod, and then whipped out a wiggle wave (side-note: wiggle waving is when
the hand is parallel to the ground, and the fingers move as though they
are tickling the air.). With minimal time to reciprocate I simply
smiled. Heading home from the gym tomorrow holds the promise of another
shot at accepting such an offer, and this time I’ll be ready with our
secret handshake...
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