a couple minutes in time

Talking about the weather with some people I have never meet before. Jasmine and Quin are just passing through town on their way to Alaska to serve in the Air Force. We met in line as we were trying to place our orders and conversation about traveling the world evolved. We ended up sitting together for a lack of table space. Quin had served in Iraq and Jasmine was his nurse when he came in was all they offered. The pain of their conversation interrupted their thoughts as both fell silent in memory for several seconds. Both gradually returned to Tim’s on Victory East and their drive to the air force base in Fairbanks. They had been married for less than two weeks and this was their honeymoon, so to speak, driving from Pensacola, Florida to Alaska. A quick friendship developed in Regina over swirl and a breakfast sandwich. The line up at the till goes out the door and yet we timed it very well hitting the till with relatively few people in the place. Our conversation slowly crawls to awkwardness as we try to break away. We exchange addresses even though for facebook both parties thinking there is relatively little chance of that happening. Jasmine says thank you as she leaves to my surprise.

I get in my car and head towards work wondering why Jasmine said thank you. I most likely will never know. Life is interesting just with the people one can meet as we our path dissect for a minute in time. Where do these people end up and what happens in their lives. Do they change the world in some small way or just fade to black like good rock song.

The Busker arrives in his Acura sports car just as I get out of my vehicle and we walk into the building together chatting about the outcome of last night’s hockey game. Chi town leads the series three games to two heading back to Philly. We both liked the coach’s decision of splitting up his number one line. The games the generals of sports play in the sub plots of pro sports and we like chatting about to distraction. I was called a sports freak over the weekend by a close friend when I texted requesting an update. They always text asking for weather updates at the beach and I always respond. I will have to rethink that one I guess or get a t-shirt that says "weatherman" on it. Luckily, there were people in the stands with blackberries and internet access