Well, the Christmas shopping season is upon us and you know what that means. That's right. It's time to go people watching. I think that's the reason why I can't wait for Christmas each year.
So today, Mrs. Planet Kirby and I got an early start on our shopping. And when I say shopping what I really mean is people watching. I got an early start on people watching. Let's be clear. For me, people watching is like bird watching only it's with people. Oh, and there's no binoculars involved. I check out everything about the people around me. I notice their clothes, their hair, the way they walk, the way they eat; I don't miss much when I'm in the people watching zone.
What's funny about this is that while I'm people watching, Mrs. Planet Kirby is watching me watch people. She says that I entertain her and make her happy. Oh well, happy wife; happy life. Just another benefit of my people watching.
Let's face it, everyone people watches. You might not set out to do it but you do it. You notice what people are wearing and how kids are acting. Especially when you're at Walmart. So let's not be so judgmental about Brother Bill and my people watching.
During one of our shopping breaks today we decided to grab a bite to eat and rest a while. Lucky for us, the hostess sat us in the perfect seat where I could see everyone who came into and out of the restaurant. It was people watching nirvana for this fifty-something fatso. I knew I was going to be writing later so I tried my best to remember some of my thoughts about what I witnessed from my people watching perch. If you've ever wondered what goes on inside my head then you are in for a treat.
Hippo's should not wear leopard print legging's. Is that his hair or a Mr. Ray's hair weave? Three hundred pound men should not wear a Fitness U.S.A. t-shirt. I am so impressed how that kid stacked nine pieces of pizza on his plate. How did she fit into those jeans? That cheeseburger looked really good; I wonder if it had bacon on it? That woman sitting over there looks like a terrorist. I thought that "floods" went out of style in the 70's. I'm betting that purple is not that woman's natural hair color. Nice try but I still saw you pick that booger out of your nose. Wonder why he walks with a limp? I love it when couples still hold hands. This woman sitting across from me is a stone cold fox (it's Mrs. Planet Kirby). Anyway, I think you get the idea.
Sometimes when I'm people watching I see men that are wearing something that denotes prior military service. I wonder about where they served and the sacrifices that they made that allow people watching pundits like me to sit here in the freedom of The Kirbarosa and write about whatever comes across my mind. And if I happen to be watching them in a restaurant, their meal is on me. Without fail.
I hope to SEE you soon.
Be well.
Bill
