Enjoying what I (don't) see
Ever since I was a kid, I liked to take things apart and figure out how they worked. Still do.
While I don't take people apart, it's still fun to try and figure them out and people watching is a must for any writer.
Sometimes though, it's enough just to watch, enjoy, and not wonder.
I'm walking home from the grocery store, wearing a restored wool MacDonald kilt.
(I know ... but if I don't say what I was wearing, I'll get emails wanting to know!)
It's dark and I'm about to cross at a sidestreet when I hear a car slowing to turn in front of me. There's two guys in the front seats and two people in the back.
I stop and wave the car ahead of me and I hear a woman's voice from the dark inside of the back seat. I can't tell you anything more about her than she was a woman. No looks, age, or anything else was revealed to me.
"Woohoo! Sexy kilt!" she yelled.
Then from the front, one of the guys said, "Shut up, slut," in a manner of fact tone that meant he was to be obeyed.
A bare half a second later came a resounding SLAP, followed by the guy, "Fuck!" That hurt!"
I'm guessing she got him on the ear, judging by his position when I saw him and ... well the sound of an ear slap is a little different that a face slap. Less flesh over the bone? Maybe the cartilage in the ear?
Then the car was down the road and I heard no more, other than the muffled voices of what I assumed would be a bad night for both of them.
Stuff like that ... a people watcher's dream.
It's good to be alive.
The other day, Raph and I were shopping for camouflage fabric at a huge fabric store. We searched the place 5 times as we picked up other stuff here and there. Finally, I asked a clerk where to find camouflage in the store. She led us to a table in the middle of the store, where it was sitting just below eye level!
That camouflage stuff is amazing!
We picked up some Cadpat AR (Arid Region/desert) and a very cool limited run of Cadpat in blues and black.
The line forms right over there.
While I don't take people apart, it's still fun to try and figure them out and people watching is a must for any writer.
Sometimes though, it's enough just to watch, enjoy, and not wonder.
I'm walking home from the grocery store, wearing a restored wool MacDonald kilt.
(I know ... but if I don't say what I was wearing, I'll get emails wanting to know!)
It's dark and I'm about to cross at a sidestreet when I hear a car slowing to turn in front of me. There's two guys in the front seats and two people in the back.
I stop and wave the car ahead of me and I hear a woman's voice from the dark inside of the back seat. I can't tell you anything more about her than she was a woman. No looks, age, or anything else was revealed to me.
"Woohoo! Sexy kilt!" she yelled.
Then from the front, one of the guys said, "Shut up, slut," in a manner of fact tone that meant he was to be obeyed.
A bare half a second later came a resounding SLAP, followed by the guy, "Fuck!" That hurt!"
I'm guessing she got him on the ear, judging by his position when I saw him and ... well the sound of an ear slap is a little different that a face slap. Less flesh over the bone? Maybe the cartilage in the ear?
Then the car was down the road and I heard no more, other than the muffled voices of what I assumed would be a bad night for both of them.
Stuff like that ... a people watcher's dream.
It's good to be alive.
The other day, Raph and I were shopping for camouflage fabric at a huge fabric store. We searched the place 5 times as we picked up other stuff here and there. Finally, I asked a clerk where to find camouflage in the store. She led us to a table in the middle of the store, where it was sitting just below eye level!
That camouflage stuff is amazing!
We picked up some Cadpat AR (Arid Region/desert) and a very cool limited run of Cadpat in blues and black.
The line forms right over there.