Deep breath, I told myself. Everything will be fine, everything will get sorted out…
“So you’re telling me that the next available appointment to open a bank account is next Thursday?!” The man at the desk simply stared at me. “And after that, it will take up to ten days to get my card? That’s in half a month! What am I going to do until then?” The man at the desk said nothing but looked at me apologetically. I realised that in my frustration I had switched from French to English.
“Please sir”, I said switching back to French. “There must be something you can do. Thursday is just too late. I can’t wait that long.” I really couldn’t. I had already paid a visit to the electricity company, a phone service provider, and the gym, all of which apparently required me to open a bank account first.
“Let me see. Perhaps there’s something available on early Monday morning. Would you be willing to come in at 08:50?”
“Yes, of course. Thank you so much!” It still meant it would be a week before I could open my bank account, but it I was willing to take anything I could get.
As I headed home from the bank I pondered over the fact that this entire morning had been a disaster.
I hadn’t managed to get anything done. The electricity in my studio was only temporary and it was my responsibility to open an account as soon as possible. I also didn’t have a French phone number yet; I didn’t even know how much my Greek phone bill was up to in roaming charges. And I wouldn’t be able to get a new number for at least another week…
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” I’d literally just slammed into someone in the street. “I didn’t see where I was going!”
“It is fine, no problem. You are in a hurry, I see.” The man I’d bumped into smiled. It was a kind smile, but his amused eyes made me feel that he was slightly mocking me.
“No, not really, just distracted.”
“And what is the, er, root of you distraction?”
“I’m just frustrated because things are not going as planned.”
“You had a plan eh?” he asked, his eyes glimmering. I was slightly annoyed, but also amused.
“Don’t we all?”
“Indeed”, he raised his eyebrows. We appeared to have reached an impasse in our conversation.
“So”, I said, “I must get going.”
“Ah, you must get back to your thoughts.” Not knowing what to say, I simply smiled and nodded. “Well, in case you want some time away from your thoughts, here is my card.” It was a slick move, handing me his business card. “You are beautiful”, that was even slicker. I took the card and threw it in my handbag, fairly certain that I would never use it.
I returned to my studio to properly clean it and put everything into place.
I gathered that this would give me a sense of accomplishment, after my unproductive morning. It was a long and boring task, and I couldn’t help thinking about that business card at the bottom of my handbag.
It was 8 p.m. when I was finally done. I was exhausted and starving. I couldn’t be bothered to cook something. Instant noodle soup it was. As I ate my soup standing up in my small kitchen space I asked myself should I, or shouldn’t I? The night was still young. What the heck, I thought, as I reached for my handbag, he had been a bit irritating, but in a cute way.
by Elena S.