We ate dinner tonight one of the few restaurants in town. It is very casual, order at the counter, have a seat and wait for your name to be called.. Not that it has any relevance in this context at all, but this place has the best seafood chowder. Anywhere.
While we were waiting for our food, a man sat down at the piano (while he was waiting for his food) and started playing. My son nervously asked “Is he supposed to do that?” It was an old piano, completely covered with various knick knacks, unique salt and pepper shakers, dolls and an assortment of other things that may or may not have had some common theme to tie them together. That is why, until we heard the music, it was not obvious that it was a working piano. We assured him that yes, it was there to be used and enjoyed.
The man played beautifully, and it was a great surprise to be treated to a pre-dinner show. When he stopped (apparently his order was ready) it seemed wrong that there was no applause.
On our way out I stopped by his table and told him how much we enjoyed hearing him play. This was definitely one of those “forced by the blog” moves, as I felt awkward doing so. But, as I'm learning from experience, a feeling of momentary awkwardness was replaced by a wondering of why I was hesitant in the first place.
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