Dear Lady sitting in the Magnolia Bakery:
You kept looking at me and I wasn't sure why.
I was waiting in line with my friends in cupcake anticipation and wondered why you kept staring at me.
I thought it might be because I laugh way to loud- you know, from my belly. Or maybe you thought I was being to silly for swooning over my cupcake like a giddy little schoolgirl, which of course I was!
My friends and I were laughing and recovering after three days of wedding activities.
Nica (the bride) was still glowing from her wedding the night before.
We were a chatty, happy and tired group,looking forward to our cupcakey goodness and final moments with friends, both old and new.
My weekend had been truly bolus worthy, on every level. A whirlwind of wedding activities, and a flurry of meeting all types of wonderfully interesting folk.
I’d had lunch with a D Blogger Shero on Friday (a post and pic on that VERY soon) and had experienced diabetes moments of bonding with other guests of the happy couple, but I digress.
The line to pay was long and I was DYING for just one bite of the sprinkled frosting- it was torturous to hold my cupcake topped plate and act like an adult. Cupcakes me happy and I want the world to know it!
There you sat, a party of 1, at a table for 2-with a plate full of crumbs and folded up Metro Section of the New York Times.
I caught you staring at my pump, YET AGAIN.
I thought maybe you were going to reprimand me, tell me that I shouldn’t indulge if I wanted to be healthy. Maybe you’d say “NO DIABETICS ALLOWED,”unless they behaved.
I looked away and then looked at you again, and you were still staring. Then you smiled and said: I’m leaving, take the table and enjoy your cupcake.
Me: Thanks, but we need a bigger table.
You glanced at my pump one last time and got up.
You grabbed your handbag and Times & turned to leave, but just before you walked out the door you turned, looked straight in my eyes, and flashed me your insulin pump and a smile.
You were gone before I could say anything and my friends (who had missed the whole lightening quick exchange because they’d been debating between Vanilla Banana pudding Vs cupcakes) and had missed it all.
I could have run out and tried to catch-up, but I still hadn't paid for my cupcake.
I smiled and said nothing. It had happened in a matter of seconds, in a crowded Cupcake bakery of all places.
It was unspoken moment of D-bonding at the Magnolia Bakery on 69th and Columbus, in the city that never sleeps.
Another beautiful moment in a weekend of many.
Thank you for sharing, without even uttering the the "D WORD."
Kelly K
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14 comments:
Way awesome.
Now I want a cupcake.
;-)
That was great!
And like CALpumper now I want a cupcake.
How cool. I've totally done that before. :) She saw you and quit feeling so guilty for eating her cupcake. :P
love this post! connection in an instant :)
me three I want a cupcake now . also I had an expierience at a bakery once I really must blog about that .I will soon it was not good .oh well great blog dear .
Awww, that's cute. I was at Coney Island the other day and spotted a girl with a Pump Pak, and her wire was hanging out just enough that I knew what it was. And I said to Erik, "That girl has an insulin pump!" And of course, I didn't say anything, but just seeing someone else like me, out there, was enough. I'm sure, like many of us, she didn't know what to do or say but at least she made contact. That was very cool.
Oh, and I LIVE right by there! You were in my 'hood, girl! :-D
isn't it great when situations turn out quite differently (and positively) than we thought...yes...unspoken bond :)
I'll take a cupcake, too, please. Cool experience. I've never seen another diabetic when I've been out and about. I'm beginning to think I'm the only one in Chicago!
I'll take a gluten free cupcake, please!
Unspoken words sometimes speak the loudest.
Glad you had a giddy weekend ;)
That is cool stuff k2. And Yes, count me in on the cupcake thing.
Lol! I Had a similar experience this past week, was eating a granola bar while giving a campus tour to a group of freshmen. One of the girls was like, "I don't know how to ask you this, but are you diabetic?" I thought it was funny she thought I was diabetic just because I was eating the granola bar on the fly. But she was right!
We had a restaurant waiter who was wearing a pump. I cautiously asked him about it and he was more than happy to show it to us.
I think you should send us all cupcakes!
Guys-
Glad you liked the post- It was such a quick moment but it was fantastic just the same.
The funny thing is, I was with 4 other people, one of whom was a recently diagnosed T1 who took shots. I'd spent the weekend waxing poetic about the pump to her and her husband. I was afraid of becoming annoying Diabetes Pump girl. Plus she was playing catchup with the bride- we both were!
My group didn't catch the "pump flash' with the lady in the cafe. I didn't want to make it about "D and me!"
Kelly
WOW.this is a great post. I'm type one and am sitting here with my Magnolia cupcake...sometimes you gotta indulge
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