Pair of odd gloves

This was incomplete story written on 01/21/2009 and I could complete it today 10/09/2010.

Something wrong with the alarm and I got up 13-15 min late. Usually who cares about 13-15 min? But morning time every minute and every second counts for me. Mine was already a tight schedule to get up and get out of house to catch train and so this was pretty late for me and I knew I have to push gas paddle now in order to get on the track. I showered in flash and skipped my breakfast, picked up my winter overcoat and was grabbing the gloves and I noticed that I just have one glove and lost other one. This was pain, I have to have gloves else my hands will just freeze to ice in this chilling Chicago winter. Good lord. I went to cupboard and luckily found another single glove which was alone as it has lost its partner last month. Being in situations like this doesn’t leave any damn option to a man other than to cover hands with gray and brown gloves. Pair of odd gloves.

I rushed to train seat and the first thing I did after keeping my bag is I removed my gloves quickly and dump them in my pockets, one each side. I don’t want many people to know about my wild taste of wearing different color gloves at same time. One must definitely think that these two must be my favorite colors and I don’t want to do any biasing between them; creepy. Some must be thinking that I am quite fashionable and trying to provoke latest fashion on the ramp, quite a nerd.  So I didn’t want to have people put their thinking caps and just start imagining uncultivated thoughts in the wee hours of morning. (Yes of course 8 AM is not quite early not to call it as wee hours; especially for IT geeks). So while getting off the train I was trying to make it difficult for anyone to have sight of my both gloves at same time. It’s perfectly fine if someone sees one glove as, except he is not a normal person, he will think that I am wearing either gray pair or brown pair, or he will not think at all.

That was the first time in life I gave a thought that how casually we move our hands and now when I have small restriction, I was finding it something different as someone has tied me. I juggled with my bag kept it on my back and fixed hands in coat pocket and walked to elevator of my office.

I removed gloves and I didn’t want to think about it till end of the day. I started my daily work and ordered printer to print my worksheet for today, went to the printer and it was blinking out of paper. I fed it and let it go just to find that it ate paper inside and now was jammed. No matter what I tried, it didn’t budged. Hell!!!

I then went back to my desk and started doing customary stuff. Around 10, my colleague called for a coffee and I thought it will help. I filled my cappuccino cup and was casually walking over my desk with one eye staring at the beautiful lady sitting across boss’s cubicle also was listening to friend’s usual complaints about his wife. Out of the blue the coffee was all over me; someone came hastily and jerked me out. Now I was pissed off not because it was my favorite shirt but that lady was mockingly laughing at me. What a day!!!

I went to restroom and tried cleaning my shirt. You know what, this is one more disadvantage of drinking dark coffee; the stain won’t go so easily. I decided to be careful rest of the day and not to get involved in any activity welcoming any further trouble and my phone rang. It was call from my boss and he called me in cabin. He was asking about a job which was supposed to be done by yesterday and I was still working on that. I had no answer for him and left his cabin saying ‘I will do it today, till EOD (end of day)’… I sat late and finished the job till 7:00PM and walked out of office. Yaa that’s a hell lot of job.

Walking to train station takes me about 15 min, I walked for 5 min and suddenly it started raining. I checked for my umbrella in bag and found what, I left it at home. Now I had drench in rain. Normally I like getting drenched in rain from head to toe but not in office clothes!!! I thought this is because I was too quick for a shower in morning. I reached train station and was waiting for next train which was after an hour. I was getting bored and was dripping all over the place, thinking all about today. After a while a gal came and sat next to my seat in waiting area. She was good looking gal with dark hair. She smelled good and with her clothes and shoes I thought she maintained herself quite nicely.

“Hello”, I said.

“Hi” she said grinning at me.

“I am waiting for a train at 8:30. Are you waiting for the same train?” I asked. Questions are always good to kill time and I learned that from experience.

“Oh no I am waiting for 8:15 train; I missed my regular train today” she answered.

“I am Mike” and I extended my hand.

We shake hands when she said “I am Kim, nice to meet you”. She had lovely eyes and had lot of spirit in her.

“What do you do?” she asked

“I work in corporate office here 3 blocks across and I commute daily from suburb.”

“I also commute from suburb and I am doing my study and research in medicines at Northwestern hospital” she added.

“That’s nice, so you are doctor?” I asked.

“No, not yet. I am trying hard for that” she smiled.

“Do you have any pill on making everything as it should be and making a day as usual? A pill a day keeps trouble away?” I was waiting for her reaction.

“What?” She started laughing. “I hope it was there, need one for me, and especially today.. Oh God.. it was horrible…”. The word ‘Horrible’ sounded like it mean the same.

I was eager to hear her more and as I could see some similarity between us, at least for that day.

I said “Oh really, I bet it was not worse that mine”.

On seeing her eagerness I told all my story for day in brief right from coming to office, coffee, working late and then getting drenched in rain and now waiting for train for an hour. She listed it all with few tiny questions in between.

“Ohh.. Poor guy. It happens. Its rightly said that ‘Every dog has its day’, but at the same time it’s also correct that ‘Every day is not dog’s day…’ ” we both were laughing. I liked her humor and thought that she is great company to kill time talking all over.

“So what’s your story?” I asked.

“Oh nothing much.. just hard day. Not very uncommon for me.” She said with defiant smile.

I winked and didn’t say anything. Don’t know why but I did not feel like asking her details. Then it was a quiet moment between us and no one talked except the imaginative ticks of our watches.

She glanced at her watch and said “OK.. its time…”

She got up, picked her purse, brushed her hair with hand and smiled. “Ok bye..”

“See you when I see you” I said out of habit.

She walked few yards and I observed that she dropped something.

I got up quickly to return it to her and to my astonishment it was ‘Pair of odd gloves’.

I laughed at myself thinking within and she joined herself.
 
DISCLAIMER: -
Reason behind adding this disclaimer on later day are the people. My Friend contacted me talking about this story and started relating the same to his own acquaintances. He thought this story is real. I could see the raised eyebrows of my wife when she was asking about the same on phone.
So here it is.. I don't have any relations to this story; neither I have fantasy of wearing odd pair of gloves nor I ever met with any gal with same craving. The story is all FICTION and thoughts put down from a whimsical mind.