There are places where you feel you should be silent, quiet, not make too much noise.
Bookshops are one of them. It is better to browse quietly, not disturbing the others that are carefully turning pages in the books they might want to buy. They are concentrating, searching for the book of their choice. It was recommended by a good friend, or perhaps you are buying it for a friend’s birthday, but you have to concentrate, be sure this is the one you wanted.
After leaving the book store you go to the bank. These used to be temples of silence and concentration. Today if you need real money, the stuff made of paper, all you have to do is tap on the numbers on the money machine and the notes appear. It is better to do this in silence: concentrate on your pin no. and do not make movements with your mouth whilst doing it. There might be a lip reader near that reads the secret numbers from your lips.
Perhaps you have a money transaction to make, for which you need to enter the bank. Take a numer from a machine (or not) and wait for the number to light up over the counter. Then you can approach, silently, it is all written in the illuminated numbers. It is now your turn. The bank clerk meets your eyes, you attempt a smile and she might say “hello” but not more. You are speaking through a glass window and hope the bank clerk can read your lips. After all you do not want to speak loudly, you are on holy ground, a bank, and it is better to remain low key. Somehow with your motions and sign language everything is understood: you sign next to the “X” and the work is finished. At last you are released from your vowel of bank silence.
In the worst possible case you now have to take a train to another city. The train arrives, you already have your ticket, and so you enter the compartment. You have a mobile telephone with you and call you partner to inform him that after buying your nephew’s book in the book shop and transferring the money to your savings account at the bank, you are now on your way home. Suddenly you notice that everyone in the carriage in the train is staring at you. Did you forget to fasten the buttons on your blouse? Perhaps you are wearing a black shoe on the right foot and a brown one on the left. Suddenly the lady sitting opposite you on the train touches you to get your attention. She points at your mobile phone and makes a sign, covering her lips with her fingers. The lady next to you points with her finger to a sign. You discover you have selected a carriage known as a “zone of silence” where no-one is allowed to speak and where mobile telephones are undesirable, forbidden – a weapon attacking the silent places. You have committed an unforgiven crime. Here silence reigns.
You discontinue your conversation with the partner immediately. He is now worried. Has his wife been attacked? Did someone steal her new iPhone type 7? Suddenly the phone rang, it was his wife.
“Sorry dear, but I had to hang up immediately, I was in one of those silent carriages on the train and did not notice it. It was very embarrassing. I had to change carriages where I could speak freely. ”
“And you dared to disturb me?”
“I only wanted to inform you that everything went well this morning.”
“Yes, well an important cup match is now on the TV. Call me in about 2 hours when it is finished. I cannot concentrate if I have to listen to you.”
“But, I only wanted …….” The telepbone was dead. There is not enough silence today, and it has to be kept under control somehow.
Daily Prompt: Shhhhhhhhhhhh