went few days ago I to the village inn for lunch.
Two colleagues were sitting there.
at my table, that is where I always sit, Rosa sat.
Next to Ferdinand, the mathematician. He was engrossed in the newspaper.
Rosa, also an English teacher, taught in the neighboring village. She goes next year in retirement. I never know really what I to talk to Rosa.
But I had no other choice than to put me to her. Mainly because they looked at me expectantly, and obviously happy to see me.
She had not yet ordered and when the waiter came, we decided both for the menu. Minced Laiberl with sauce, rice and beans.
There is only one issue that I can talk to Rosa - school.
The waiter brought the food. Looked wonderful all over.
"Say, Amadea, what class did you read this year in the second? You do not get the second, is not it? "She asked, right after we had started to eat.
"Yes, we read the degree of ghost stories."
"Perfect," she said.
What she said then, I no longer heard.
Because if you have rice in the mouth and Perfect say - Rosa had just rice in his mouth - then it is difficult. Difficult to keep the rice in the mouth.
And Rosa did not keep him in the mouth, at least not all the rice grains.
As in slow motion I saw it, the rice grains, one thing. It flew out of her mouth and landed a high looping on my plate. More specifically, on my green beans.
Rosa also knew that the rice grain was somewhere on my plate. I looked at her eyes. But as so often, when a somewhat embarrassing happens, ignore it.
I looked at Rosa.
Her eyes said: Make the most out of it .
And my view probably said: You know I'm sensitive about these things. Red with no mouth full.
But because looks do not talk but just happened to say, nothing.
Rosa went on. But I did not hear what she said.
I was shocked. I stared at my green beans only. Rosas rice grain was there somewhere.
I looked more closely at the green beans. There lay rice grains. Four or five. And what was now the out of her mouth?
I can not eat the beans. Never! Where I am so sensitive anyway. I can not eat rice grain from Rosa's mouth. You can not.
When I looked at Rosa, I saw that her face was bright red. I think I grinned. From embarrassment. I do this sometimes, so quite unconsciously.
"My God, now she thinks I made them laugh."
Rosa ate more slowly, and I poked around in my food. I did not touch the green beans. When I looked up
, I saw that they had become quite serious. She spoke no more. She sat slumped in her chair completely.
What if she was really offended now? She was always so sensitive and equally touched. Without a word, we sat there, eating it, I poking.
I went on eating. And rice patties. After I finished, I put the silverware on my plate and wiped with a napkin from the mouth.
The beans together with the four or five grains of rice I had left over.
Rosa was finished eating. She looked terribly unhappy and left my sight. I could not do to her. No. Not a year before their retirement.
Who knows if I could make up for that.
you would never forget and certainly not the drama that had happened. Especially not my reaction to it!
I have to eat the beans. I have to! What does it matter? The bit of saliva from the mouth of a colleague. This does not hurt yet! I have to go through it.
I took my set and began.
When I felt the beans on the tongue, it happened. A choking, a cough. Uääägh ...
The green beans were again where they were before.
Only this time with some of my saliva in addition to the rice grain with Rosa's saliva.
I put away the silverware, I wiped my mouth and the tears from her cheeks.
Just looked at the moment Ferdinand up from his newspaper. He had probably read.
Hey, Amadea. Do you no beans?
No, ..
Before I could say what he was there already and said May I? I love green beans.
Already he was there with a fork, grabbed his plate and ate in no time at all.
meal I stammered. Rosa said nothing. Her face was now green. Fisolengrün.
