Musings : 14 June 2021

I got flashed today.

Not the trench coat, waving bits everywhere kind of flashing. Although I did when I was 15 years old in Paris after the Junior World Championships.

There I was with my friend Laura B, eating a mille-feuille on a bench in front of Notre Dame Cathedral. People and tourists bustling around on an unseasonably warm April day. I had won 5th at the Worlds which was alright and I was full of it, just taking it all in.

Suddenly, in front us was this older gentleman. He stood a bit, so long that we started looking around him as he was blocking our view. And then there he was, in all his glory, hands on the lapel of his coat, spread eagle wiggling his hips. My guess is to give It more….how would you say….pizzazz!

Puff pastry spewed from my lips in a confetti of confectionary. I looked him in eyes (plural) and started to laugh. It started as a giggle, gained momentum into a chuckle and then crescendoed into a full belly howl. I’m thinking it wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for as he snapped shut his coat and walked away indignantly as if I was snubbing his performance art.