The waiting room at my son’s psychologist was particularly full this afternoon. I don’t tend to feel like chatting (hello introvert) while I am waiting for his appointment to be over, so while I was aware that several people had come in while we sat there I didn’t actually make eye contact with any of them.
When my son came out of his appointment I heard a woman say “I thought I knew you.” I looked up, made eye contact and saw the mother of a boy my son used to play baseball with. And so I said hello. But then there was awkward silence as we both realized the therapist’s waiting room is an uncomfortable place for a “how’ve you been and how are the kids” sort of conversation.