True Life: I’m a People Watcher
Posted April 16, 2010on:
Yesterday, I met Earl. He’s a laid-off construction worker (until the weather warms up) in his mid forties, divorced, with two children around college age with whom he is very close.
I also met Susan. She’s in her thirties and has three kids in elementary school. She the president of the PTA, and happily married for about 10 years to her college sweetheart.
Okay, so I really didn’t meet these people. But yesterday, my car was in the shop and I spend about three hours in the waiting room at the repair shop waiting for new tie rods (?) and I could only take so much of Kathie Lee and Hoda AND the crazy briefcase game!
I’m a people watcher. I like to sit in the mall and watch people go about their day. When I’m in a waiting room, I watch people and make up stories. I blame this on my father. We vacationed at Myrtle Beach, SC every year during my childhood. And every year, he brought the binoculars to people watch outside the folks walking the beach. I would join in, and make up stories about the people we see.
When I tell people about my crazy habit, I get mixed reactions. My coworker, Kate (thanks for reading, by the way) agrees with me. She even makes stories up about couples she sees and understands where I’m coming from. The boyfriend thinks I’m a weirdo… but he almost always thinks that.
Is anyone else out there a self-proclaimed people watcher?