I couldn’t see his face, he was sitting behind me with another gentleman, but his voice caught my attention. His accent, the rat-a-tat-tat of his cadence. He sounded Indian maybe. Older. First, it was the rhythm of his speech that caught my attention, then it was his words.
“Do you know why I’m a closer? Do you? It’s because I love people. I feel people. You must listen. You must let them talk. You can’t be ya-ya-ya talking at them. Remember last week, with Bob? You know what he did wrong? He closed the door — “ya-ya-ya.” And what did I do yesterday — remember? I opened the door. You must open the door. Don’t close the door until they’re inside the door. Do you know what my expertise is? My expertise is people. People.”
He seems to be ya yaing quite a bit for someone opposed to so much ya ya.
Yeah. That’s what I was thinking too.
Seriously – “you must open the door” is one of the most profound things I have heard all day.
He was ya-ya-ya-ing a bit, but there was something endearing about him to me. His certainty got to me.
And I hate it when people close the door before I’m inside! Ya ya ya dude is onto something!
LOL! A close friend of mine once taught autistic teenagers, and one of them would say over and over, “Taaaaalk to peeeeeeople… taaaaaalk to peeeeeeeeople…” and your story immediately made me think of that girl. hehe
That, and that delightful old song “Shut De Do”… [keep out de devil… shut de do, keep de devil inna night]
I have one of those divergent brains that thinks in fractals or something, I guess… I can’t do linear.
I love your stories.
Yes, he is completely endearing, and for some reason I hope he is older, like a wise old grandpa imparting the wisdom to a younger being. I should focus on opening more doors and yayaing less.
I’m sorry, I still can’t get over this. “My expertise is people.” hahahahaha