It happened twice this week. Once when I was waiting for the blockbuster to open. And again while I was waiting for the washrooms at the Nutcracker. Two women were using sign language. I’m never sure whether you’d say they were speaking it or using it. But nevermind the technicalities. I’ve decided it’s the most beautiful language in the world. They could be saying, “I’ve got a hankering for a chocolate chip muffin” or “Someone should let that woman know there’s no way to rock pigtails after the age of 12”, but it’ll always translate to “Look at me. I’m speaking the most eloquent language on Earth. You should try it some time.” And you know what? I think I will.