Definition; Brief encounters; those tiny little moments when you connect with someone else while sipping a coffee, or the people you sat beside on the bus or in a restaurant. Perhaps people you met in a bar many years before who you shared a laugh and a dance or two with.
Do you ever wonder what happens later on in their lives? Where did they end up and how did their lives change after your brief encounter? How did their lives unfold?
One time my Sweetheart and I were out for dinner at a trendy little restaurant in Kitsilano (you know this was long before the twins were born). Every table in the place was full and they were just a tad too close together. Sitting at the table beside us was a “normal” looking couple. While talking to one another they ordered a couple drinks, nothing excessive, and some appies.
As the evening worn on their conversation got more and more animated. It was a tad uncomfortable for us (madly in love as we are to this day) because even though they were talking with somewhat hushed voices we could hear basically everything they were saying to one another. And what they were saying was getting quite unpleasant. The essence of their conversation was that she wanted to get married and he didn’t. Ever.
Eventually they got up and left, together, holding hands. The holding hands part made me wonder if they would resolve their differences. I often wonder what happened to that couple.
Also from the days old, many, many years ago, I would go to the Cafe Zen in Kits for coffee and breakfast. At the Zen I would see another customer, who’s name was/is Sandy. We would chat amicably, even share a table on the rare occasion that our little cafe was busy.
I never knew her last name. I only know that she was a nurse and worked shift work. At the time I also worked shift work and like Sandy I enjoyed having breakfast at odd times of the day.
Where is she now? I have no idea. I will probably never know.
Do you ever wonder what happened to the people who’s eyes you caught for the briefest of moments? Perhaps I am reminiscing about my years in Kits, but do you ever wonder what happens to the people you have had brief encounters with? Anybody else?