On the
subway home from my book group today, I was sitting next to a young woman. She
was with a young man who was standing in front of her. They were speaking
Spanish.
That is, he
was speaking Spanish. In the almost 10 minutes I was on the train, he spoke
almost constantly, while she sat, hands in her coat pockets, sometimes nodding
her head. Once she asked a question. Otherwise, she said nothing.
I don’t
understand Spanish so have no idea what he was ranting about. From his tone of
voice, it did sound like a rant. What was she thinking? I wondered. (Was he mansplaining? I really
should learn Spanish, if I’m going to eavesdrop on subway conversations, or
monologues.)
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I’m
participating in the 11th annual Slice of Life Challenge over at Two
Writing Teachers. This is day 18 of the 31-day
challenge. It’s not too late to make space for daily writing in a
community that is encouraging, enthusiastic, and eager to read what you have to
slice about. Join in!
