Sue's notes to self

Am I?

Can you see me?

My hubby and I have come to the conclusion that we are an invisible couple. That is rather strange, as it’s not as if either of us is in any way small. Short (me)? Yes. Small? No.

This phenomenon has manifested many times in restaurants. On more than one occasion we have sat wondering where our food is, when other diners, later arriving and of higher decibel output, have got their meals. This could be taken as a compliment for our good behaviour, but if it is, it’s a bit back-handed. We’ve even had our (my) choices run out because they’ve forgotten us. At a really small, outdoor restaurant in Crete we sat for ages, until we felt we had to attempt to communicate. They had indeed mislaid the order. I rather wanted to tell them they had made a big mistake as Simon is a good tipper, but when the service is bad I have been known to talk him down. As I have got older I have got more exacting (aka grumpy).

We are probably archetypal introverts. Neither of us is that fond of parties, and as a rule we don’t imbibe much alcohol so we don’t get unruly. Hmm, maybe that’s it? We don’t spend oodles on alcohol to top up the bill. We are not antisocial either, and given the chance will engage in conversation with any waiters or bar staff who are willing to give it a try. At our favourite holiday hotel I have been known to persuade the odd reluctant waiter that he really should try marmite on toast if he never has. I think he forgave me. I did say it was not everyone’s cup of breakfast tea.

Neither of us is pushy, and quite good at queueing, as any proper English-folk should be. Patience can run out though, when you see others served before you most of the time.

Actually we are both quite knowledgeable if you get to know us. I have the disadvantage of being a short blonde though, so I assume that assumptions are made about my intelligence. I also possess a sense of humour, essential in my calling, but if people look right through you when introduced how can you get it across? I’m a good listener, and like to reflect before opening my mouth, but that doesn’t mean that I have no opinion! (In this respect Simon does better, probably because he isn’t short or blonde).

If there is an important guest you can almost guarantee that I will be the one who is not introduced to them. I’m not a fame-follower either so I don’t accost people who I think I might like to meet properly. Why would the boss’s boss not want to know one of their team I wonder? Yet, they too looked right through me. Even when introduced I am easily forgotten it seems. I just don’t fit in with the bright young things. Even when I was a bright, young thing I didn’t.

Of course there are advantages to being invisible, but as I’m also not of a criminal intent or out to deny all knowledge, then of what use are they? Ten to one if I really wanted to get up to mischief, I would then become highly noticeable.

Ah well, you win some, you lose some. If I put my mind to it I can recall the odd occasion when we have enjoyed the extra service which comes with being nice, polite and chatty with the staff. When it comes to the bosses then it’s probably best to lie low anyway. Perhaps being invisible isn’t as bad as it seems?

Sue (who?) April 2024