I’m a people watcher.
It’s not only a pass time, it’s a passion.
When Kathy and I are short on money, we often make people watching our low budget entertainment for date night. For example, last night we spent 2.5 hours on a strategically positioned couch at the coffeeshop in Hastings and just drank it in.
In whispered tones like the National Geographic photographer crouched in the bushes just a few feet upwind from an African lion (idiot, by the way… said in love) who documents his close encounter on film, Kat and I whisper to each other:
“Think they’re a couple?”
“Friends or sisters?”
“Dude, she is mad. She’d stab him if we all weren’t here…”
“Do we know him?”
“I’d never let you out of the house wearing that.” (Obviously, a Kat only statement)
“Hey, I think those two are watching us… quick, act normal.”