I had finished my second Board meeting in as many days and as many cities and had successfully survived thru them without talking. The second one was in Crawford Hotel in Denver which is in the same building as the Union Station. Decided to take the train to the airport instead of Uber.

It is a lovely building replete with train themed bar, coffeehouse, book store with an aura of a great throwback to the yesteryears.

First, I had to solve a practical problem. Where is my train and how do I get myself a ticket? I was looking here and there when a lady – who looked to be part of the staff given the fluorescent jacket she was wearing – approached me. She asked me if I needed help.

I used gestures to let her know that I cannot talk and that I was looking for a train to the airport. (you should have seen how smooth that take off was with my right arm). She immediately got it. She took me to the platform and pointed to a train there.

“It will leave in a minute”, she said.

I gestured that I need a ticket. She immediately fished out her iPhone and showed me the app. As I was buying it, she kept telling – “You can do this in the train”. I stopped and wrote to her in my iPhone app – “That’s okay. I want to walk around the station and enjoy it. I will take the next one.”

She seemed to be overjoyed. Took me around and gave me a full tour of the station. Apparently she has been working there for nearly 10 years.

Eventually, I said Thank You and Bye (used ASL and lip movement) and went to the coffee shop. There the tall girl at the counter welcomed me in a very friendly manner and asked what I would like. I first flashed my “Temporarily speech impaired” card and then flashed “One 12 oz cappuccino, non fat milk, please”.

“You can hear right? I can talk?” She asked.

I wrote back – “Of course! You will be surprised how most people do not get it. In fact you are the first person to get it”.

Well, with all that intelligence, she eventually disappointed me with her words.

“We have no non fat milk!!”

Anyways, I got my changed order in. Now, I have to mention one thing here. I have become fairly adept at saying “Thank you”, “Good morning”, “Hello” and all that in ASL. For example, I invariably use ASL to say Thank you or Thanks a lot!

I signaled Thank you to the girl and stood in a corner for my coffee.

Then something funny happened.

I noticed she went and talked to the much tattooed barista. This, I have seen at every bar and restaurant. Once I let one person know that I cannot speak, they alert every staff around.

The barista, surprisingly, stopped making my coffee and came out towards me.

I figured he had some questions about the cappuccino and instead of yelling from there, wanted to chat standing next to me. (I had to flash my phone, remember?)

Well, instead, he caught me by surprise when he started making all sorts of hand movements directed at me.

It took me a second to realize what was happening. HE was talking to me in ASL. (Well, advanced ASL, if you ask me)

It, in fact, brought back some memories of what happens whenever I go to a Central American or South American country.

I will start a conversation with a stranger with a few words and phrases in Spanish that I know. And then all hell will break loose once the stranger continues with a lot more sentences of Spanish.

Similar to that, in this case too, I quickly retreated to my “No habla espanol” mode!!

The barista smiled knowingly and went back to making coffee!!