Voyeur
Every morning when I go to work, if I'm not asleep or absorbed in conversation, I watch the people around me.
kickindancer mentioned this one woman who looks vaguely batrachian, with large glasses and an odd swallowing tick. She refers to her as "froglady."
There's another young woman on our bus, a tall pale and slightly melancholy-seeming blonde who looks like she was born in Lothlorien and is always wearing headphones.
I am always impressed (sadly, as I suspect I am expected to be) by the immaculately groomed and black pea-coated business men who have stepped directly from the pages of GQ. They must grow them in pods somewhere.
On the T, I watched a young woman accidentally topple onto a guy when the train started up in the jerky manner that is has. She apologized to him and they joked about the drivers. Leather jacket and docs, dark hair, dark eyes with a hint of Asian ancestry. She pulled out her book, and as is my wont, I surreptitiously peered at it, hoping to see the title.
I really hate when books emblazon the author's name on the cover and reduce the title to small print. Book sightings are viral - I remember when Harry Potter and the Da Vinci Code were big. You couldn't go anywhere without bumping into someone with a copy in their hands.
Walking to work, I saw an evil conehead - a pop-eyed man wearing a freakishly tall hat, his lower eyelids dropping away from his eyes, making it appear as if he hadn't slept in the last millenia.
I wonder what I look like in the morning. Probably fuzzy and sort of dorky looking.
The other night, when I went to get ice cream at the local shop, the young woman bent over to scoop the ice cream, and I was treated to a far more revealing view of her backside than I really wanted. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against a nice backside, but those super low-rise jeans just do scary things to people. I really don't want to see plumber's half-moon in an ice cream shop! I felt like whispering to the other woman behind the counter, "Please tell her to pull up her damn pants!"
kickindancer mentioned this one woman who looks vaguely batrachian, with large glasses and an odd swallowing tick. She refers to her as "froglady."
There's another young woman on our bus, a tall pale and slightly melancholy-seeming blonde who looks like she was born in Lothlorien and is always wearing headphones.
I am always impressed (sadly, as I suspect I am expected to be) by the immaculately groomed and black pea-coated business men who have stepped directly from the pages of GQ. They must grow them in pods somewhere.
On the T, I watched a young woman accidentally topple onto a guy when the train started up in the jerky manner that is has. She apologized to him and they joked about the drivers. Leather jacket and docs, dark hair, dark eyes with a hint of Asian ancestry. She pulled out her book, and as is my wont, I surreptitiously peered at it, hoping to see the title.
I really hate when books emblazon the author's name on the cover and reduce the title to small print. Book sightings are viral - I remember when Harry Potter and the Da Vinci Code were big. You couldn't go anywhere without bumping into someone with a copy in their hands.
Walking to work, I saw an evil conehead - a pop-eyed man wearing a freakishly tall hat, his lower eyelids dropping away from his eyes, making it appear as if he hadn't slept in the last millenia.
I wonder what I look like in the morning. Probably fuzzy and sort of dorky looking.
The other night, when I went to get ice cream at the local shop, the young woman bent over to scoop the ice cream, and I was treated to a far more revealing view of her backside than I really wanted. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against a nice backside, but those super low-rise jeans just do scary things to people. I really don't want to see plumber's half-moon in an ice cream shop! I felt like whispering to the other woman behind the counter, "Please tell her to pull up her damn pants!"