Sunday, January 4, 2009
I was at the grocery store on a usual five-minute run and while waiting in line, an older gentleman comes to me and says something like: "How're you doing?'
I say: "Fine, thank you. You?"
But he stayed put and asked, what I thought was a similar question. This time I thought he asked: "Done?"
To which I said, "Ah, yes." But he continued to ask yet another question.
Finally, I 'read' him correctly. What he had been asking me all along was: "Aida?"
To which I said, "Aida? Oh, yes, yes, I have been whistling Aida. Ha. You a Verdi fan?"
All he said was 'yes' accompanied by a smiling nod and then he moved on to his line.
Yet another example of my quotidian, quiet, and totally unaware whistling. And it's always Verdi. I have, however, graduated to something other than the oh-so-high-frequency "La donna e mobile." And exchanging a little Verdi-related 'hello' with a perfect stranger made the little grocery run feel like something other than the usual inconsequential 5-minute experience.