A Gesture Too Subtle

It has been a drab of a day. A mix of too much for the broth to taste good. I feel exhausted, wasted, and brain dead. I walk monotonously across the passageways of my office moving from my floor to the library to the break-out and back to my desk. Thoughtless, absent minded lost. One door after another open close open close. I swipe my access card proving my presence, physically atleast, and wait for the door to bang in my face as another weary employee walks out, dead with patience I await my turn to walk out. No bang on the face? Click back to reality. Wow the guy who just moved out is holding the door for me. I realize this is where I truly need to be polite. I want to say a word but he is busy on the phone, yet his face does not show any sign of impatience or the get on darn am holding the door looks. I smile and hope I conveyed it all.

That was nice, I tell myself. A series of thoughts cross my mind, he is probably as tired and brain dead as I am, as busy trying to make a balance out of life, speaking on the phone, swiping his card, trying to run out, yet just a thoughtful gesture also makes him reach out, to someone unknown. I say thank you a little loud, my smile is a little brighter, but maybe the newness shows on my face. In acknowledgement he nods and walks slowly but steadily away.

I ask myself what felt good, meeting a gentleman after eons or being trated a lady after ages?

-Mon