第19章 Dance in a Toll Booth收费站里的舞蹈
晚安心语
strive to make every day joyful and meaningful，not for others，but for myself
要努力使每一天都开心而有意义，不为别人，为自己。
late one m in 1984，headed for lunbsp;in san francisco，i drove toward one of the boothsi heard loud musicit sounded like a party，or a michael ja cert
i looked aroundno other cars with their windows openno sound trucksi looked at the toll booth
i，the man was dang
“what are you doing？”i asked
“i&039;m having a party，”he said
“what about the rest of these people？”i looked over at other booths；nothing moving there
“they&039;re not invited”
i had a dozen other questions for him，but somebody in a big hurry to get somewhere started pung his horn behind me and i drove offbut i made a o myself：find this guy againthere&039;s something in his eye that says there&039;s magibsp;in his toll booth
months ter i did find him again，still with the loud music，still having a party
again i asked，“what are you doing？”
he said，“i remember you from the st timei&039;m still dangi&039;m having the same party”
i said，“lookwhat about the rest of the people？”
“stop，”he said“what do those look like to you？”he pointed down the row of toll booths
“they look like tool booths”
“nooooo imagination！&039;i said，“okay，i give upwhat do they look like to you？”
he said，“vertibsp;coffins”
“what are you talking about？”
“i bsp;prove itat 8：30 every m，live people get ihey die fht hoursat 4：30，like lazarus from the dead，they reemerge and go homefht hours，brain is on hold，dead on the jobgoing through the motions”
i was amazedthis guy had developed a philosophy，a mythology about his jobi could not help asking the question：“why is it different for you？you&039;re having a good time”
he looked at me“i knew you were going to ask that，“he said“i&039;m going to be a danbsp;someday”he poio the administration building
“my bosses are in there，and they&039;re paying for my training”
sixteen people dead on the job，and the seveh，in precisely the same situation，figures out a way to livethat man was having a party where you and i would probably not st three daysthe boredom！he and i did have lunbsp;ter，and he said，“i don&039;t uand why anybody would think my job is bi have a er office，gss on all sidesi bsp;see the golden gate，san francisco，the berkeley hills；half the western world vacations here and i just stroll in every day and practibsp;dang”
1984年的一个上午，很晚了，我驱车去旧金山吃午饭，开到一个收费亭旁边，我听到很响的音乐声。听起来好像在开舞会，是迈克尔·杰克逊的音乐会。我朝四周看了看，别的汽车都没有打开窗户，也没有宣传车。我朝收费亭里望去，有个人正在里边跳舞。
“你在干吗？”我问。
“我在开舞会呢。”他说。
“那其他人呢？”我看了看其他的亭子，没什么动静。
“我没邀请他们。”
我还有十几个问题要问他，但我后面的人急着要去某地，开始按喇叭，我只好开走了。但我在心里告诉自己：还要再找这个人。他眼里有某种东西告诉我，在他的收费亭里有一种魔力。
几个月后我的确又见到了他，音乐仍然很响，舞会还在举行。
我再次问他：“你在做什么呢？”
他说：“我记得你上次问过了。我还在跳舞，还在举行同样的舞会。”
我说：“瞧，其他人呢？”
“打住，”他说，“你看那些东西像什么呢？”他指着那排收费亭。
“看来就像收费亭啊。”
“真是没有想象力！”
我说：“那好，我放弃。你看它们像什么呢？”
他说：“直立的棺材。”
“你在说些什么呀？”
“我可以证实。每早八点半，活的人进去，然后他们死亡八个小时。下午四点半，就像死人中的拉撒路，他们复活，回到家中。整整八个小时，头脑思维中断，他们只是呆板地工作，重复着相同的动作。”
我感到非常惊异。这个小伙子发展了一种哲学，创造了一个有关工作的神话。
我禁不住又问了一个问题：“为什么你不一样？你过得很快乐。”
他看了看我，“我就知道你会问这个，”他接着说，“总有一天我会成为一个舞蹈家。”他指向行政大楼：“我的老板都在那里，他们花钱为我培训。”
十六个人呆板地做着工作，而第十七个，几乎处于同样的情况，却找到另外一种生活方式。那个人在举办的舞会，你我恐怕连三天都坚持不了。无聊！他和我后来确实一起吃过午饭，他说：“我不理解为何每个人都认为我的工作很枯燥。我有一个街角办公室，四周都是玻璃，我可以看见金门海峡、旧金山和伯克利山，半个西方世界都在这儿度假，每天我只是漫步到这里，练习跳舞。”
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