Monday Mornings

Ah, yes...the Monday morning blahs. All of the bus passengers on their way to work this morning were rather somber. Everyone except for the fellow I sat next to. He proceeded to tell me how excited and happy he was that he had learned how to make blueberry waffles over the weekend to surprise his girlfriend. He said he was a terrible cook and wanted very much to learn so that he could impress her. He was very happy that the little wafflemaker he had borrowed from a friend worked out great and the waffles tasted just fine. Needless to say, one exchange of conversation led to another and before I knew what was happening, we were discussing all kinds of breakfast foods that he could easily prepare for her. Soon, the people sitting in front of us turned around and said, jokingly, that we were "killing them" with the descriptions of waffles, omlets, breakfast casseroles and, the strawbreaker...grits. The guy said that was the part that did it for him and that he now needed to stop by someplace and get some breakfast after getting off the bus! We all laughed, and it was a great mood-breaker for everyone sitting nearby. I guess sometimes we need interesting conversations or some small event to occur to break up the monotony of our daily lives. With very little effort, we had managed to communicate with one another and share some smiles. It was wonderful.