People Watching

This is perhaps not the best subject to write about after swearing I'm not a stalker in previous posts, but I like to People Watch.

I was thinking about this last night as I was running through my pix files looking for some stuff to put up here, and I realized I have a lot of photos of random people, just doing everyday stuff. Some of them turned out quite well, but like most of my photos, I usually just catch them in some awkward, mid-word facial distortion . . . or, you know, that glance into the camera that says 'who are you and why are you taking my picture?' Those are hilarious.

Not a stalker.

Anywho, I am not interested in my own story--been there, done that, it's not exciting--but I love to speculate about other people. What's their story? What brought them here today that our paths should cross? I even do it with stuff I see in a junk/antique store window. I'll just make up stuff to entertain myself while I'm snapping away:

Whooo--she looks pissed! Today is her birthday, but instead of celebrating with friends she's on her way to the courthouse to battle it out with her ex--she wants the house and the new Porsche, but only because he bought them as a status symbol to impress his secretary/girlfriend. Nice skirt. The shoes are all wrong for it, though. . .

This couple over here--they look so cute together hanging out under that tree. He's going to ask her to marry him next week, but little does he realize the family heirloom he took in to be reset has already been replaced with a flawed twin. The shady jeweler sold the original to a third party . . . who, in 5 years time will be caught and sell out the jeweler to the feds in exchange for a lesser sentance. The couple, oblivious, will live happily ever after. . .

Geez, look at that old busted up green irridescent teacup in the store window. Who holds on to that crap?? Somebody must have loved it once--perhaps it belonged to an Old Woman who remembered playing 'Tea Party' with her grandmother. Both dressed in lace and a rose print tablecloth over the patio table--the whole set would have looked so charming. Now the Old Woman has died and her middle-aged daughter (who still resented her for that one summer she was forced to attend summer camp at the same place and time as her arch nemesis Shirley Brockman--4 weeks of hell!!) dumped everything that was dear to her mother into a box and brought it here to be sold. Well, that explains the chip on the rim. I wonder if they had tea cakes or lady fingers?