martes, 21 de octubre de 2014

Oscar, don´t let her notice that you see black dots on her face

I think this has been the longest pause between two blog entries since I started publishing. On my defense I can say that I restored, built, painted and opened a restaurant.

Before narrating the story, I have to tell one thing about my restaurant: there is no sign with the words “restaurant” on the sidewalk.

Innsbruck is a very sporty city, when the sun shines you can see people walking, skateboarding, running, riding bikes, Rollerblades or wearing mountain shoes and sticks. In Winter it is usual to see people with their ski or snowboard gear waiting on the bust stop.

Some weeks ago, I was serving lunch to a couple when a woman entered the restaurant hyperventilating and holding walking sticks on her hands. She asked me what this place was. I smiled politely and was explaining her my restaurant´s concept and I started to observe her better: she was all sweaty...and then...my eyes noticed she had tiny black spots on her face. In some way I managed to continue explaining her while saying to myself “Oscar, don´t let her notice that you see black dots on her face...what can these dots be? Was she maybe recently operated and those are stitches?”, it was soooo hard not to let her notice I was fixated on her black dots!

At some point she told me she does jogging and she runs in front of the restaurant and she noticed it was a new place. While saying that, sweat drops felt from her face and dripped onto my floor! I thought...can you picture me trying to be calm and polite while that all was happening?

The lady -  who was on her early 60´s - continued the conversation, and as expected, my eyes focused again on the tiny black spots. It was so hard for me, I wanted to know what were those black things on her face! Then, suddenly, I identified them! And hold on to your seats: The running-woman was a human windshield, yes, she had dead mosquitoes all over her forehead and cheeks.

I did not know you can run so fast that you can actually hit bugs so fast with your forehead just as a car on the motorway in summer...I am happy I am a lazy dog who rides his bike so slow that until now, I only have killed two mosquitoes by swallowing them alive.

By the way, I really hate the fact that I cycle with my mouth open