Letters to Strangers

a salute to those who leave a mark

Dear Mr. Laughing at the Next Table,

I don’t blame you.

My husband and I are meeting over coffee with someone we’ve been working with for years but never, until now, in person. We’re getting so much done! I’m almost high from the sudden progress, and there’s much laughter all around.

After a while, and only because you’re enjoying the show, I make a conversational nod in your direction that could win awards for subtle. Wrong. You look angry now. You lower your eyes and don’t raise them again for the duration.

As an introvert, I’m hyper-sensitive to putting anyone on the spot. I also pride myself on reading the room. That’s why when I think of you from now on, I’ll wince.

xoxo

The Woman Whose Apology Would’ve Made It Worse