I'm only passing through...
...Can Be Very Enlightening
Published on May 15, 2005 By new-age nomad In Life

Being a practicing observer of people and seeker of adventure (check the name, cowboy), my recent escapades have proved to be all of exhilarating.  The more people I meet, and the more open I am to their stories, the more an overall feeling of peace consumes me.


After my 4a.m. run-in with a police officer after running a light then running out of gas (run, in case you didn’t know, is the word of the day), I walked to the closest open gas station.  It was closed for “cleaning”.  My stomach began to rumble since, after all, the whole reason I was out so late was to buy groceries.  I spotted a nearby Waffle House (known by my friends and I as the “Awful House”).  I opted to put aside my obvious prejudice against the place in order to STAY ALIVE. 


Once inside, I chose a seat a couple stools down from the only other customer, who was, you guessed it, three sheets to the wind.  This is the type of guy that a person of my status, that being “unique in a trashy kind of way”, would never admit to finding attractive, but secretly fantasizes about having his babies.  He struck me as a metrosexual; his long, well-maintained, curly locks of highlighted hair gave me a hint. 


He spoke.  I said “What?”  He said, “Oh, I wasn’t talking to you.”  You must understand that this was somewhat confusing considering I was the only other person around.  I noticed a cell phone sitting next to him and realized he had been mumbling negative statements in it’s direction.  It rang.  He picked it up and proceeded to make a statement that was near impossible for me to ignore:  “If I never have to see your face again, I’ll be the happiest man alive.”  *click*  Okay, so he’s a little blunt.  We could still make it work.


Another ring, another not-so-nice response, another hang up.  Then, he says aloud (this time it has to be intended for me), “I just don’t feel like dealing with her bullshit tonight.”  This is what came out of my mouth:  “And, yet, you answered the phone a second time.”  This seemed to be an invitation for him to enlighten me on his life and hardships.  I continued to be honest concerning how I felt about his situation, and his appreciation for my sincerity marked him in my mind as mature.  He paid for my meal, gave me a hug, said, “I’ll probably never see you again, but it’s been a pleasure,” and he left.


This was not a romantic encounter.  This was one of those rare experiences when one realizes that we are all part of one whole.  We all need each other for our lives to hold any meaning.  Being willing to listen and offer a little truth in a world of deceit is refreshing to even the most jaded of souls. 


I walked out of the restaurant (if that’s what you want to refer to it as) with a renewed sense of purpose.  I was smiling…


Until I remembered my gas tank was still empty. 



on May 15, 2005
"This was one of those rare experiences when one realizes that we are all part of one whole. We all need each other for our lives to hold any meaning. Being willing to listen and offer a little truth in a world of deceit is refreshing to even the most jaded of souls."


Your spirit amazes me. I'm glad you had this chance encounter, and it brings me great joy to know your'e smiling. I love you so!
on May 16, 2005
Something so simple, yet touching... and you write it *so* well.

How'd you eventually get gas?

Oh, and did you run that light on purpose? lol

on May 16, 2005

1.  I was hoping someone would ask.

2.  I ran the light because I was out of gas.

3.  The cop didn't give me a ticket, but he also didn't help me get gas.  I had to walk.

Thanks for the compliment, yo.


on May 17, 2005
As I grow older I find myself becoming more like the "you" which you have expressed in this post (as I have interpreted it anyway).

Such a possibility was inconceivable a few years ago.

I think I will read some more.
on May 19, 2005

Is that a good thing? And who are you?  Very...ummm....mysterious....name.


on May 25, 2005
Ya know I"ve often wondered why resteraunts have breakfast bars with stools. Do they think the we as staff really enjoy listening to people gripe about their day o their relationships that are headed down a wayward path. That's what bars are for, and if you choose not to drink , that's what catholic confession is for ( well at least tha'ts how i see it, no offense meant to any catholics). I find it interesting how when we choose to dine somewhere, often, no matter what we are preoccupied with, we always seem to encounter someone who has it "much worse" than we do and feels they need to enlighten us. And it would be rude to not engage, wouldn't it?
on May 25, 2005
Holy crap...this was fantastic. Great writing, and wonderful thoughts. Thank you.
on May 25, 2005


Nice to hear from you!  Not only would it be rude not to engage, but it would make life much less interesting. 


Why thank you very much!  I'll check out your writing as well.


on May 27, 2005
What an adventure! I would never have the nerve to engage. You shock me, amaze me and inspire me with your boldness. I would've never expected the response you received.
That was a really cool story. Thanks for sharing.
Oh yeah and you never did say if/how you got gas.

All my love,
on Jun 01, 2005

I walked back to Pilot and they were done "cleaning".   Thanks for commenting.


on Jun 01, 2005
hey that was awesome story except for the part about running out of gas. i know how it feels to run out of gas and the only gas station that is even nearby is over 4 miles away and your mom just had surgery and cant come get you. it sux.

glad to see that you are bloggin again too.

hope your week is going good and hope you are having a great work week.

Love ya,
on Aug 23, 2005

yeah, it suck when you're mom's having surgery and can't come get you....

my mom could give a piggy back...I guess. 

Love ya 2