So, I find myself at Supreme for the first time since early summer, looking for someone I hadn’t seen in a very long time (that story will come later, once I figure out how to tell it properly). In any case, from the other end of the hallway I see a vision that I hadn’t seen in a long time… a womanly vision with long blonde hair and a broad smile… a vision that I have been very strongly conditioned associate with happiness.
She doesn’t recognise me at first – which turns out to be a bit of a theme this evening – but she is always pleasant, and she greets me with a welcoming “Good evening – are you here to see… OH! It’s YOU!!!”
Now, “OH! It’s YOU!!!” is not an uncommon thing for me to hear; and it is most often followed by a phone call to 911… or a snoot full of pepper spray… or both… and so I start to spin on my heels and make back through the door. But Ms. Tammy has caught up with me by now. She has taken a hold of my paw, drawn me in for a brief but warm embrace, and leads me down the hall.
Once in the room, we share a few brief pleasantries, but I’m terminally shy; and Ms. Tammy tries to make sure I am comfortable, but I am very self conscious at these moments, so it really is a wasted effort on her part. She moves to leave, but I stop her.
See, I’ve been told stories of how Ms. Tammy takes (or rather, “took”, I suppose) very good care of people who have been absurdly nice to me. And of course she has been very sweet to me as well. So… possibly because of the season… or possibly as a certain “karmic reward”… or heck, quite possibly just because I like her… I gave her a small present. A token, really – just to say “thanks” for being who she is.
And her reaction to this was something I had NOT expected. She gave out an excited little squeal, leapt into my arms, and gave me a BIG kiss
(mais malheureusement, il n'était pas français ). You’d have thought I gave her a car (… and not to cheapen the moment, but if she would have kicked the session room door closed behind us, I just might have… ).
So… why write a story about a "non-companion" receptionist? Aside from that I think she's worth a story, I’m not sure. Probably self-indulging catharsis. In a year where hurt largely drowned out happiness, and where more seemed lost than loved – it was just a really nice feeling (to give a gift without expectation to someone deserving, and to feel their gratitude without suspicion or complication), and a perfect way to leave 2010 behind.
Either that, or just to gloat that I got a BIG kiss from Ms. Tammy (nyah nyah nyahnyah nyah).
Happy New Year, all!
She doesn’t recognise me at first – which turns out to be a bit of a theme this evening – but she is always pleasant, and she greets me with a welcoming “Good evening – are you here to see… OH! It’s YOU!!!”
Now, “OH! It’s YOU!!!” is not an uncommon thing for me to hear; and it is most often followed by a phone call to 911… or a snoot full of pepper spray… or both… and so I start to spin on my heels and make back through the door. But Ms. Tammy has caught up with me by now. She has taken a hold of my paw, drawn me in for a brief but warm embrace, and leads me down the hall.
Once in the room, we share a few brief pleasantries, but I’m terminally shy; and Ms. Tammy tries to make sure I am comfortable, but I am very self conscious at these moments, so it really is a wasted effort on her part. She moves to leave, but I stop her.
See, I’ve been told stories of how Ms. Tammy takes (or rather, “took”, I suppose) very good care of people who have been absurdly nice to me. And of course she has been very sweet to me as well. So… possibly because of the season… or possibly as a certain “karmic reward”… or heck, quite possibly just because I like her… I gave her a small present. A token, really – just to say “thanks” for being who she is.
And her reaction to this was something I had NOT expected. She gave out an excited little squeal, leapt into my arms, and gave me a BIG kiss
(mais malheureusement, il n'était pas français ). You’d have thought I gave her a car (… and not to cheapen the moment, but if she would have kicked the session room door closed behind us, I just might have… ).So… why write a story about a "non-companion" receptionist? Aside from that I think she's worth a story, I’m not sure. Probably self-indulging catharsis. In a year where hurt largely drowned out happiness, and where more seemed lost than loved – it was just a really nice feeling (to give a gift without expectation to someone deserving, and to feel their gratitude without suspicion or complication), and a perfect way to leave 2010 behind.
Either that, or just to gloat that I got a BIG kiss from Ms. Tammy (nyah nyah nyahnyah nyah).
Happy New Year, all!
