Observations In A Public Place
I was about to post a big growly post about how I'm tired and bawwwww life and sundry, but I just found a loonie on a chair.
Loonie. :3
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People watching is one of my favorite things to do, and I've got the best setup going on here in my corner, sequestered away by a vending machine. People purchase coffee every now and again, and construction workers are sitting down to lunch. Two girls walk toward the lounge clutching beverage cups, their eyebrows raise, and they turn straight around again in perfect unison with their noses tilted up ever so slightly. Too crowded.
A heavyset manboy with facial growth - who wears a hat that you might imagine on a hobbyist lake fisherman - walks with an uneven, tilting gait, down the full length of the lobby. It's like his gut is propelling his entire body forward. He looks furitively around him as he goes- as if on some level he's aware that I'm watching him. I notice that he favors his right leg before he passes from my line of sight.
Everyone who enters from the side door at the opposite end of the hall (coming in from the old Elliot wing) paces around with alert expressions. Their eyebrows pull up and crinkle their foreheads, and their mouths open slightly as they glance up, down, to the side in quick motions. They look perpetually lost, but walk fast to cover it; this is a new building after all.
I and every other guy in here look up when a pretty girl gets up to leave, our eyes all centered in the same concentrated effort to see as much as we can of her ass before she rounds the corner.
We resume our business as soon as she is gone.
Loonie. :3
* * *
People watching is one of my favorite things to do, and I've got the best setup going on here in my corner, sequestered away by a vending machine. People purchase coffee every now and again, and construction workers are sitting down to lunch. Two girls walk toward the lounge clutching beverage cups, their eyebrows raise, and they turn straight around again in perfect unison with their noses tilted up ever so slightly. Too crowded.
A heavyset manboy with facial growth - who wears a hat that you might imagine on a hobbyist lake fisherman - walks with an uneven, tilting gait, down the full length of the lobby. It's like his gut is propelling his entire body forward. He looks furitively around him as he goes- as if on some level he's aware that I'm watching him. I notice that he favors his right leg before he passes from my line of sight.
Everyone who enters from the side door at the opposite end of the hall (coming in from the old Elliot wing) paces around with alert expressions. Their eyebrows pull up and crinkle their foreheads, and their mouths open slightly as they glance up, down, to the side in quick motions. They look perpetually lost, but walk fast to cover it; this is a new building after all.
I and every other guy in here look up when a pretty girl gets up to leave, our eyes all centered in the same concentrated effort to see as much as we can of her ass before she rounds the corner.
We resume our business as soon as she is gone.