There’s a craggily old janitor who works on the floor I inhabit. He’s a nice old gent, friendly in a grandfather sort of way. Tonight while picking up the piles of papers and trash that seem to accumulate/ miraculously multiply in my area he remarked as I was ending a conversation on the phone. “You have a voix de chatte*.”
Which had the unnerving effect of rendering me speechless, mousy and timid. I am never sure how to take compliments from people. Somehow, the fact that someone has taken the time to notice something, compliment me or say something flattering with regards to one of my idiosyncrasies always makes me extremely shy. In moments like these, a hole, or nice dark corner would be a welcome place to hide.
Posted by munin at Noviembre 28, 2003 05:30 PMWow, you haven't changed in that aspect :)
Posted by: Awe-C-Boy on Noviembre 30, 2003 11:37 AM
Voix de chatte, hmmm dear little voice, or the voice of a cat?
Turned you timid as a mouse, huh.
No-one expects a craggy old janitor to have thoughts and ideas, he is just part of the furniture, yes? Its Ok happens all the time.
Blessed be. BFG
Oz Boy. No i haven't. *shy smile*
BFG, the little translation would be 'voice of a cat' but i think the gist is 'soft catlike voice'
though i like your dear little voice too.
and yes it is true we tend to take those around us for granted. The furniture guys, the cleaning people. On most days it seems that we don't see past their jobs and they become part of the decor. We never suspect that they may be bright or intelligent, that they may have interest outside the pigeonhole we have shoved them into.
he is a very nice man, our craggily old janitor, love to talk and tell tales of old. and every now and then he surprises you.
as for being timid. always have been. *warm smile*
Posted by: munin on Diciembre 2, 2003 06:16 PM