Sunday, October 30, 2005

WHATCHA LOOKIN FOR?


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There's a woman who works in the kitchen at the country club. A short heavy woman with grey hair and eyes so small they get lost in her fleshy face. She limps from a bad knee or arthritis or some other condition that no one has ever bothered to ask her about.

In fact, she was probably there for a couple months before she emerged as a personality at all. Not that we're callous, but people come and go in the back of the house. It's hard to keep track of them all or to get noticed in a kitchen that's almost overwhelmed by the collision of personalities: temperamental chefs, handsome young line cooks with tumultuous lives, and raucous taste in music who are in constant pursuit of one waitress or another, the Brazilian and Guatemalan dishwashers who charm us with their practical jokes and their warmth.

The lady cook's personality, when it first emerged from the simmering stew in the kitchen, was an irritating one.

She'd see one of us looking for something, and drop what she was doing behind the line to follow us around.

"Whatcha lookin for?" she' say.

And when we named the missing object, her response was also predictable:

"Well, I sure as hell don't know where it is." Then she'd shake her head in an annoyed fashion, as she ambulated back to her station.

Soon it became a stand up routine in a kitchen that is always searching for new comic material.

Whatcha lookin for?

Well, I sure as hell don't know where it is.

Then one day, the lady cook stopped me in the middle of the wedding. "If there are any flowers left, think you could save me one? Today's my anniversary."

I promptly alerted the bride about the cook who shared her wedding date, and at the end of the evening she presented me with her bouquet. "Give it to your cook," the bride said flushed with happiness and generosity. "Tell her I said, 'Happy anniversary.'"

The cook lady was waiting for me in the kitchen. She scooped up the flowers eagerly.

"So how many years have you been married?" I said, feeling proud of my good deed.

The cook lady shrugged. "I can't remember, but I can tell you how many years I've been divorced. Fourteen. Happiest day of my life, that was."

As she shuffled toward the door, she was sniffing the flowers. I suspected they smelled extra sweet because of the way she'd conned both the bride and me.

When my co-workers asked why I was laughing out loud in the middle of an empty kitchen, I told them that whatcha-lookin-for had taken me for a ride.

I soon learned that she not only materialized when things were missing, she also showed up to watch when the wedding cake was being cut.

"What kind is it?" she'd ask as soon as the bride lifted the knife. Then she'd linger around while it was being sliced until she got her piece.

Since I often cut the cake, we'd make small talk as she watched me. I soon learned that her only son was in Iraq, that she had a sister, but they "didn't talk much." Her life seemed to be defined by the nightly TV lineup. While I sliced the cake in even slabs, she gave me the detailed list for every day of the week.

"Wednesday night's the worst," she told me nearly every time I cut the cake. "Nothing's on on Wednesdays."

Then, last night when I was cutting a chocolate wedding cake with peanut butter fillings (one of the staff favorites) the lady cook asked if I would pack her up a piece for tomorrow.

"It's kind of a special day, tomorrow is," she said, revealing a ravaged set of teeth when she smiled. "I thought I might like to have a piece of cake."

"Oh yeah; why's that?" I went on cutting.

"Tomorrow I'm going to be fifty years old. Imagine that. A half century."

At first, I thought I might be duped like I'd been about the wedding anniversary, but when I looked at her face, I knew I wasn't. There was a genuine sense of wonder that she'd suddenly found herself on the eve of fifty years.

"So what are you going to do to celebrate?" I asked as I packed her cake.

The lady cook shrugged. "Guess I'm gonna eat this cake," she said. Then, she once again told recited the TV listings for Sunday night. When I wished her happy birthday, she smiled.

Later, I was sorry I hadn't at least given her a hug. It seemed as if a person who's planning to celebrate her fiftieth birthday with a piece of leftover cake and a screen flashing with other people's lives ought to at least get a hug. But when I returned to the station where she makes chi chi salads and sandwiches for our country club members, it was empty.

So happy fiftieth, my friend, who will never read this post. I wrote this for you, and chose Marilyn Monroe for your birthday portrait. Not because you have much in common with her. But maybe because you, who seem to be content with so little, have been asking the right question all along. Asking in a spirit of rare humility and acceptance that many of us could learn from:

Whatcha lookin for?

22 comments:

Myfanwy Collins said...

You made me cry.

Myfanwy Collins said...

addendum: I should have said: cry in a GOOD way--meaning, your post is touching.

Fernando Olmos said...

The text was great¡¡¡ awesome..
congratulations

besides, I love the pic with the little dog

bye

Patry Francis said...

Thanks Myfanwy. That means a lot.

And Fernando: I love visitors from Chile. It gives me the opportunity to remember a bit of my Spanish as I read your blog.

maria said...

What a great story ... and with what heart told! That twist about the anniversary took me by surprise and gave me a new understanding of this woman.

I love your stories from work, by the way. I hope you are collecting them!

rdl said...

Great story, Maria is right.

Mary said...

Yes, it is touching. Our teachers come in so many (generally unexpected) guises. I hope she had a happy birthday. And thank you for writing about it.

Rexroth's Daughter said...

That's a lovely portrait of a lonely life. It is interesting to work with people and never really know them, or to discover that there isn't much to know. How sad to turn 50 alone.

Sharon Hurlbut said...

You have a beautiful ability to find the lesson in every story. This is sad and lovely.

easywriter said...

Well, this was just amazing. I'm wiping tears and looking very silly as I'm all by myself reading this. Usually when I have a sniffle over a good story or movie I'm with someone and we can laugh at ourselves crying.

MB said...

Great story, Patry! You painted the portrait very well, and then the ending -- "Watcha lookin for" indeed!

early hours of sky said...

Yes.

It is hard to know when to be someone who looks or someone who waits.

gulnaz said...

another wonderful and touching story...you have such a talent! awesome!

Patry Francis said...

Maria: It's funny how a job that sometimes feels like an interruption to my writing also feeds it. Thanks for your kind words.

And you, too, R!

Mary: You're right about teachers coming from unexpected places--and often I don't even know I've encountered one until I begin to write about it.

R.D.: Yes, sad to turn 50 alone, and I think that when I began to write the piece, I was really pitying the woman. By the end, I realized that she was more content than a lot of people who are surrounded by everything they think they wanted.

Thanks so much, Sharon.

And Easy, I hope you weren't crying at your new job! Otherwise, tears are good.

moose: just the sight of your bluebird cheers me. Thanks for your comment.

early hours: most of the time I think I am both someone who looks and someone who waits. What about you?

Gulnaz: Thanks so much, my friend.

finnegan said...

Myfanwy, your name looks like a verification word, and I mean that as a blog compliment of the highest order.

Touching post as usual Patry. You write with so much heart. I didn't think you'd be able to elicit any feelings for the cook lady when I started reading, but you did.

Patry Francis said...

THanks, Finn. I didn't know I empathized with the woman until I started to write about her. Funny how that works.

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