I had to wake up early today. Giving advice is going to be hard – it always is. As I left home, I was tired and didn’t expect anything good to happen. I thought it would be just one of those days, you know. It really wasn’t. Listen, you might get something out of what follows.
I was on my way to work, listening to some podcasts. I was quite content by the fact that I had managed to find a seat. That would’ve usually been the best part of my whole day, but this day was a special one.
Station Verdun. An old man comes in and stands besides me. Big guy, kept looking at me. One of those that make you want to leave and take the next metro. The pregnant woman in front of me leaves, he sits down. He put the book he was holding on his lap (it read “Esclavage”, which means slavery in French) and takes out two objects out of his backpack : a green pencil and a boxcutter. He rests his elbows on his thighs and starts sharpening the pencil by repeatedly performing downward strokes with the cutter. As he does so, he carefully rotates the pencil, making sure its point takes a perfect shape. He didn’t care about the pencil’s shavings, they just fell on the floor. This fascinating choreography eventually resulted in the most beautiful sharpened pencil I’ve ever seen.
Needless to say, I was fascinated, as it is quite rare to see someone performing this kind of task in public transit.
It took me a while to realize I was looking at his crotch, though.