My date with Landon Pigg

Being a mother  , part of my daily living consists of traveling. Before you think the travel sounds interesting. No I am not seeing places and I don’t  have an exiting Get-away-like life, I just cart my ten year old son from one activity to another after school and THAT  is the traveling I do. In any case, I tune into one of our regional radio stations for a rather interesting afternoon show. Every so often your ears are soothed with a catchy song or just something that triggers a smile and leaves you with a feeling of….I like… You try to catch the title but you missed it. Then you have a serious attempt to find out what it was and eventually you succeed and the smile broadens. That is how I met Mr Landon Pigg, never heard of , didn’t even know what he would look like or where he’s from and no cooking clue what age. ( By the way  he looks as if he could have a leading role in Alice in Wonderland – maybe the Mad Hatter’s son and peculiarly very handsome, I may add). In any case, the search began. The obvious thing would be to connect with a music store. Gee things have changed over the years. When we did part time jobs as students it was required that you should know your products and you were drilled on customer relations and how to treat them, never mind the customer is always right or respect etc etc. So with my first visit to the city I popped into a music store which I always admired and had a highly regarded opinion of, only to be utterly disappointed in how matters were handled. When mentioning the song title and artist,  I was glanced at as if I might be a Martian that is clearly not understood. Eventually they told me, somebody will google the artist and phone back over the weekend. No call and then I thought well it could be any weekend, I’ll wait. Patience ran out , I phoned back only to be disappointed once again regarding the phone ethics and customer service. Not only could I hear the phone attendant saying to someone in a very frustrated tone of voice, “ could someone just speak to this woman,” as if I was a deaf Martian.That was it. I had to end this affair and change my brand. In desperation I phoned to another music outlet and gone was the disappointment and in walked the surprise. This music store sales person did however know the ethics of telephonic customer relations and remarkable manners. Immediately I had the confidence that they will be able to end my search  for“ The boy who never.", mr Pigg’s current album which hosts the song Falling in love at a coffee shop. Finally, I became the proud owner of this album. I don’t know who he fell in love with at a coffee shop but I surely fell in love with the nostalgic memories I could rekindle , listening to the song. Coffee has always been one of my favourite past times and along with that the aroma and cosiness of a good old coffee shop, comes the fondest memories. Time spent with accidental conversations, dear friends or sometimes the quiet moments entangled whilst paging through a magazine. Sometimes it was the encounter when strangers became friends. All in all,  good memories. I specifically remember one coffee shop in the original city centre of our nearest city. It was nestled in an arcade and had the ambience of a moment in Italy.I can still remember the heartfelt greeting of freshly grounded coffee, the steaming sound of the frother and the jingling of a bell anouncing your arrival.  A fragmented escape to a place you want to be. It had the flow of regulars and occasional passing strangers into this quaint little shop and here, I  spent many a fond and happy moment. Our lives consist of memories, moments, places and people. Some are good and some are not so good and some are plain straight forward BAD. Mr Pigg, I can honestly say that not only have my “date” with you taken me on a customer care questionare BUT also, you have taken me back to a place I want to be, a place where I have fallen in love at a coffee shop, with some of  the dearest memories of my fragmented life. So watch out mr Blog, you have competition…………….Mr Landon Pigg, if I may say, you have truely taken the dullness out of my mom’s –taxi-travelling life and turned it into a wonderful date, a date with a lovely memory that I will cherish along with the fragrance of a good old coffee shop hidden in the alleys of my mind…………………..