Sometimes at work, when I clean the rooms, I let my mind wander. Well, most of the time, but I think of the people who are staying there, who they are, what their story is, what they are feeling...
I saw this odd hat.
I really don't know who would wear that, does she sell nuts?
Is it a joke?
Is it from work?
Does she have good memories hanging onto that hat?
Is she a drab older lady who never had a family?
Maybe she has a man but he's married?
Maybe she lives her whole life for these stolen weekends with him in hotel rooms and they are all she gets, the only moments in her life she feels love and it's only love on her side. And all she gets is 4 weekends a year but she waits for them.
Or maybe he does love her, maybe he bought her the hat because she's goofy. Maybe she makes him smile before he goes home to his stressful home life. Maybe its his only shining moments at heart.
Maybe his wife is too uptight but she never meant to grow up that way to turn into that, she saw her mother do it to her father and drive him off and here she was doing it to her husband. She didn't mean to, he was the one always remote, distant, as if thinking of a lost love, she only tries to reach him but the further she digs the farther he floats away. It wasn't supposed to be this way, she wasn't supposed to turn into this, somewhere deep inside she knew her soul was still beautiful.
Or maybe, just maybe that Phyllis-she's just a nut salesperson.
And I'm nuts.
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