She looks over at a big guy tucking into a fresh omelette.
He smiles, still chewing, and sings the next line back to her: “We can’t walk
out.” She smiles. Maybe something is going on between the two?
Suddenly, on Cathy’s ok-go, half the cafe sings the
next line, all jovial and gleeful: “Because I love you too much baby!” I can’t
help but grin, which eases the pain I’m in. Soon enough – a couple of lines
later – the whole place is singing and tapping their cutlery out-of-time on the
tables. It’s quite the change from the usual blank stares and slurping from tea
cups in-between the grating silence, and it’s more than welcomed by the
clientele.
The singing isn’t exactly harmonious, but it sure
makes the day feel more in harmony. A little comfort through humour and the
world seems back up the right way.
