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This afternoon I was standing at a corner on campus, leaning against the stop sign and waiting for Jon to come and pick me up. I had my hands in the pockets of my sweater, and I was peering up the road to see if our car was coming around the corner. Then I had two very weird experiences.
The sister missionaries, coming out of the Institute Building started to walk my way. As they got near they both asked, "What are you waiting for?" And I replied, "My husband." They smiled and said, have a good day and walked off, no longer concerned.
Then, as I was examining one of my pockets where the thread was coming out, I noticed that a girl, probably another student, had come around the corner and stopped in front of me. I looked up and she said, "What are you waiting for?" I didn't answer at first, it struck me as a little odd, and frankly none of her business. Then she asked me again, "Are you waiting for something? What are you waiting for? I replied, "My ride." She then looked at me with a huge look of concern and said, "But it's coming right?" I was stumped. What was coming? Ah, I get it. "Yes," I said, "My ride is on its way."
Satisfied, she began to walk away, but turned at least two more times to look back at me standing there all alone.
So, here is my question? What is so odd about that particular corner or me that everyone needs to know what I'm waiting for? Should I been philosophical and said, "What we are all waiting for."? Do I look lost and alone, or as though I have escaped from a group home?
So now I have to test it again to make sure it was not an anomaly. Next week I will wait on that corner again and see if anyone else just has to know what I am waiting for.