The Routine

 

 

My pictures are going to attempt to tell a story today … let me know what you think.

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This is the window in my office, the 8-5 cave where I dwell in exchange for a equally depressing paycheck.   I moved the furniture around last year so that I could see out of the window more easily.   The space isn’t great but at least I can see what the weather is doing or the comings and goings in the parking lot.

Over time, I have noticed that the elderly lady that works in the office across the way is usually driven to work every day.  The driver even returns for lunch.   EVERY.DAY.  The lady is always well dressed with her hair just so and her driver is older as well with bushy white hair.   He doesn’t seem as well put together, his normal attire is sweatpants and a t-shirt.  I imagine that the driver does not have an office destination after his daily shuttle service.  Who knows, maybe, some Price is Right or a bit of crossword before returning?  At any rate, they seems sweet together and clearly have a very strong routine.

I enjoy seeing them every day.

And, then, it changed.    The car just stayed in the parking lot one day.   ALL.DAY.  No driver with the bushy white hair.  No lunch break shuttle.  And, when I saw the lady, she wasn’t as put together with matching dress slacks and bag as she had previously been.  Her head was hung low and her walk was slow.

The scene made me so sad.

I wondered what had happened.   Did he die?   Or, was he just ill?   I have no connection to this couple and don’t even know anyone in the office across the way to ask.   I just watched through my window.

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(I felt like a total stalker taking this photo through the blinds, by the way.)

 

She came and went, alone.

I was resigned that life happens and I would now look at this KIA every day with a little bit of forlorn, a lonely sad little KIA in an office parking lot.

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And, then, it happened!

He appeared!

Whew.   I was worried about this dude.   He has no idea how close I came to running out of my office building and patting him on the back to congratulate him on his return to the routine.  My routine.

Had he been sick?   Was he out of town visiting family?   Did they get sick of the routine and he just stayed home to watch the Today show?   No bother.   The routine was back.

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And, yes, the stalker in me even felt a little guilty photographing their smooch, but … it shows how sweet their love is.

Every day, he carries her handbag for her and gives her a goodbye kiss.

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And, I feel a little bit better about watching the world from my office window.   Order has been restored.  Now, I should probably get back to work and quit staring out the window.

 

17 thoughts on “The Routine

  1. Oh this was fabulous!! You do so much work in there, don’t you? 😉

    I am very glad that he returned as well. Especially if she seemed so sad when he wasn’t around. It also shows that she CAN drive herself, but they just choose to spend that little bit more time together each day. It is very sweet.

    Good storytelling. Bravo.

  2. I love this story! The difference between where you live and where I live is that someone here WOULD have run out and patted him on the back telling you missed seeing him each day and probably would have asked him if he had been sick. I remember the years I loved away from Oklahoma and it felt like a relief not to have people “watching me” all the time – but actually, as time went on and no one ever “saw” anything that happened in others’ lives and no one said hi or waved at each other going down a country road I realized I missed that nosiness. Here, what you are doing (well – except for the picture taking!) isn’t considered stalking, it’s considered being neighborly! 🙂

  3. If you’re a stalker, then I am too. Really, we’re just taking a friendly interest in our community…. aren’t we? Or are we sad old curtain-twitchers?

  4. This is just the most heartwarming thing I’ve read today. Never be afraid to extend yourself in a caring way. You may find you’re the one bright spot in someones dull days. The worst thing they could say is ‘don’t be silly, I’m fine’…but they’d probably say…’how sweet, I’m fine thank you’.

    Truth be known, I’d probably think the same thing. I think of it as concern more than stalking.

  5. I would go over and introduce myself. You don’t have to tell her the whole stalker story but just let her know you see her Nd wNted to say hi. I’m an older woman, and I would be delighted to have you watching out for me.

    • 🙂 I would love to … she seems like a very sweet lately. Unfortunately, I work in regulatory office for the state and have audited their office. Let’s just say, the audit is not going well. That has nothing to do with her. She’s the receptionist and quite pleasant. But, hmmm … awkward.

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