Thoughts of a girl about the world around her.
|It started out like a normal day but I have to admit that I was looking forward to the evening. A nice meal at our local restaurant and some discussion about what we wanted the restaurant to do for my sister’s confirmation.
As usual we dressed up nicely since it wasn’t very often that we went out for dinner. I had my confirmation lunch at the same place 3 years earlier but I could not remember that I was ‘invited’ to discuss the menu or anything else.
We ordered dinner and talked about family, school and the fact that I soon had to find out what I want to do after school. Find a job? Go to college?
My sister was as usual sitting quietly and ate her dinner. She was not much of a talker and I have to admit that it was not until I moved out that I finally got to know her. I feel sad thinking about it. I had a sister all my life but in a way I wasted the first 20 years by ignoring her and living my own life. She always seemed to go with the flow and even she played any sport imaginable she was at least 50lbs over weight.
The waiter served our deserts and I was curious to see or better hear what probably went on also before my confirmation. I know it is kind of strange to be excited about something like that but that shows you how much excitement out little town had to offer.
The Manager of the restaurant finally had some time and pulled up a chair to sit on our table. The menu was discussed and since all our relatives are kind of picky we decided to stay on the safe side and ordered soup first, the main course chicken and the desert was vanilla ice cream with hot cherries, yummy.
Since my parents were paying, my sister and I were mostly working on the last crumbs of our deserts. Since the menu was set, the discussion shifted toward the table settings. The manager suggested pastel pink napkins, which made me laugh and my sister speak. Unlike both of us most girl like pink but that wasn’t true for us. We both loved blue and therefore suggested light blue napkins. This was not acceptable for the Manager and she told us of with the words: Pink is for girls, blue is for boys.
Before we left we managed to settle on green, which made both sides happy but I was still stunned about the managers comment.
I was laying awake for hours before I fell asleep staring in the darkness of my room. How could it be that a woman made this comment? How could it be that a color defined who we are?
Even after all this years and tries to find out I’m still not sure.