Every morning I drive Maxim to school. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, after I drop him off, I go the gym. Our office hours start at 10:00am, so I have enough time to come back from the gym, have a shower, change clothes, and have some breakfast – I don’t have to head to the office straight after the exercise.  This is a routine by now.
The other day, I had an amusing thought of how it might look from our neighbors’ point of view. Imagine someone who has his morning coffee and smoke outside on the balcony, looking at people passing by. Here comes a dad with his kid. The kid is walking around, looking at things, not very much eager to get into the car. The kid is nicely dressed and wearing a school bag. They get into the car and drive away.
One our later, the same car comes back and parks. The kid is gone – there is only a dad. But he changed a lot in this last hour. He looks exhausted. He is all sweaty wet. He slowly walks back home. What happened?
Of course, you know that the guy went to the gym. But the neighbor doesn’t. What might he think? What might I think, if I was in his place? The first answer to that question that popped up in my head – the kid didn’t want to go to school and was resisting, fighting it. It took this dad a whole hour to stuff the little one into school. And it was a fight of the century!
Every time now I come back from the gym and walk back to the apartment, I look around. If I can spot any neighbors, I get this huge smile on my face. And an expression “It’s not what you think it is”…