Lunch Man: The Madman Prophet
So in the lobby of the building at Job Number Two, there is a little cafe that sells breakfast and lunch things to the people who work there. The man who owns it also runs the cash register more often than not. He's an Arab of unknown origin, and devoutly religious.
Quirky guy, but basically harmless. I don't get food there very often, maybe once a month or so, but whenever I do, he always says something like "Have a blessed day" or "May the Lord be with you".
Today, there were a bunch of people in the cafe. While we all waited on our orders, he sang hymns to us in Arabic. As we stood in line to check out, he told each and every person that he loved them as he handed them either their change or their receipt.
And then he got to me.
And even though he hadn't done it with any of the people in line before me; even though he didn't do it with any of the people after me. Even though he's only seen me like five times and never had more than three words of conversation with me at a time?
He addressed me, and only me, exclusively in French.
And when I answered him in kind, mostly to test his knowledge, he smiled at me and answered back.
And then he handed me my receipt and told the next person in line that he loved them, like nothing had happened.
Quirky guy, but basically harmless. I don't get food there very often, maybe once a month or so, but whenever I do, he always says something like "Have a blessed day" or "May the Lord be with you".
Today, there were a bunch of people in the cafe. While we all waited on our orders, he sang hymns to us in Arabic. As we stood in line to check out, he told each and every person that he loved them as he handed them either their change or their receipt.
And then he got to me.
And even though he hadn't done it with any of the people in line before me; even though he didn't do it with any of the people after me. Even though he's only seen me like five times and never had more than three words of conversation with me at a time?
He addressed me, and only me, exclusively in French.
And when I answered him in kind, mostly to test his knowledge, he smiled at me and answered back.
And then he handed me my receipt and told the next person in line that he loved them, like nothing had happened.