Sunday, April 30, 2006
People Watcher
My sweety is a people watcher. I notice it every time we’re at a restaurant. She likes to situate herself so she’s facing the direction where people come in. We’ll be chatting, and even though my back is to the door, I’ll know every single time someone is walking this way because I see her eyes scanning them.
First she’ll look up at their faces, then glance at what they’re wearing, then look down at their shoes. She’ll look up at their faces again, then back at the shoes. She seems to spend a long time examining the shoes. (Gee, I wonder why? If you read this post you’d know!) Sometimes I’ll call her on it and ask what kind of people are behind me. She’d look slightly embarrassed because she does it out of habit.
Me? I’ll glance at ‘em, but almost immediately dismiss them because I’m an oblivious person who could care less about other people if I don’t know them. (It’s also known as being self-absorbed.) So if the place suddenly becomes a crime scene later, the police will love her, but not me. She’ll be giving them detailed descriptions, right down to their Kenneth Cole wedge heels, and I’ll be telling them all about what I ate!
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