
An exact transcript of myself and the gentleman who kindly delivered my lunch today, trying to find each other:
Gentleman (on phone:) I’m here, I have your salad.
Me: Where’s here?
Gentleman. Here. I’m here.
Me: I’m here. Where are you?
Gentleman: Here.
Me: I’ll come outside.
(I go outside.)
Me: Okay, now I’m outside, do you see me?
Gentleman: Where are you?
Me: I’m here. Where are you?
Gentleman: Here.
Me: (wandering) I don’t see you, but I’m here.
Gentleman: wait, I see you.
Me: you do?
Gentleman: Yes, I see you there.
He appears, wandering towards me, my salad in a bag. We move towards each other, smiles peaking through masks.
Me: Sorry. I was here.
We part ways. He goes there. I stay here. I open the bag. The salad has no fork. I eat it with my hands.