God of Small Things
It is the small events in the grand occasions that make the big difference. I’d said in an earlier blog post how I’d sliced my thumb on a Gillette razor. What I didn’t say is that I consoled myself with a medium latte and chocolate Eclair from a pastry shop in Granville Market. The only seat was next to a woman with long grey hair. My friend and I asked if it was okay to sit “sure” she said. I remember being aware that her bag was on the table and thinking to myself that I didn’t want her to think I was a thief. In thinking about this I looked at the bag which in turn must ahve made me look like a potential er.. thief. And so the ridiculous conversation unfolded in my head.
Maybe it was this that set my thumb thropbbing because the plaster became soaked in blood and i had to take the thing off whcih was painful cause it stuck to the cut. It felt as ifsomeone were jabbing the thumb with a serated needle. Rosemary, as we were now on first name terms took total control and led me by the thumb to first aid. Noone there. "stay here" she said and returned with anteseptic wipes and a plaster. Aware that she didn't know me and that blood carried disease I said "I'll do it". Not a chance. "she took my thumb and brought it towards her dabbing away the blood. "It stings " I said "It's cleaning" she replied eyes locked onto my throbbing thumb. She carefully wrapped the plaster tight around my thumb. Two days later I get a call at the hotel. "I'd love to" she said and took me up on the offer of tickets to the show. So tonight she came and I saw her after the event beamin. "it's the small things" I said "that make the big difference", and thanked her again.