Here’s the story – I went out to dinner with friends (mini update – I’m still out of town, staying with friends). Early in the evening our waitress came over to our table to apologize for the delay. She admitted that the reason our entrees still weren’t out was that she’d goofed with the timing of the order and that it would be out soon(the funny thing is, we hadn’t realized it was taking a long time, she was just being conscientious).
She then proceeded to hang out with us. Kind of entertain us/keep us company for the next 5-10 minutes. I’m not sure why. I guess she figured it would make the time pass faster?
We learned all about her, where she was from, how much she likes to drink… It was kinda weird. But not bad weird. Just weird.
Anyway, at some point she said she liked her job well enough and that it was better than sitting in an office all day and dealing with corporate politics. That anything was better than that. My friend joked that she’d just described his job. Which is true. He has a very corporate job. Then she said something about getting us a round of shots, and I said no thanks. I pointed out that I still had work to do that night and was no longer able to do shots and go back to work. I used the phrase, “maybe 20 years ago”.
Then my friend pointed out that 20 years ago, I looked a lot like our waitress. And OMG he was right. She was a total rocker chick with crayon red streaks in her hair (I would’ve been wearing more make-up, though) and the clothes to match.
So there we were, talking to a younger version of me. Well, not really a younger version. I guess you could say a younger incarnation. And she talked about how she hopes she never has to have a grown up job (my words, not hers). We all politely listened to her ramble, then as soon as she walked away, we shifted gears. Because, of course, we could remember sounding a lot like her. It’s strange the things you remember, 2 decades later. The things you can remember wanting and caring about.
She was so close to who we used to be. So sure she knew what her life might be like. Just like we were. And we were all so very wrong.