Looking at that one dude in the corner who is kinda facing the wall wondering what his problem is but then realizing hey he might be people watching with me.
Last time I was in Portland this crazy homeless guy kept shouting racial slurs. "N****RS" was what he kept shouting.
All because he saw some black student-aged guy standing outside McDonalds with a white girl.
I walked away because I was smoking a cigarette and I'll be fucked if I'll give a cigarette to some crazy racist bum. (Usually when a bum sees me smoking they ask me for a cig.)
Part of me wanted him to ask me, though, so I could call him a "racist shitbag" and walk off, but sometimes its best not to mess with crazy people.
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So with gas prices being what they are, my comfortable bus rides to & from work have become crowded, stuffy excursions reminiscent of my days in the army, being trucked around, stacked like cords of wood in the back of a vehicle. As I rarely am able to get a seat anymore, I was standing in the aisle, and standing in front me was a gentlement worthy of certain note.
By his manner of dress, haircut, the mention of a local farming co-op on his worn baseball cap, full moustache and sun-beaten face, I would venture the man to be a man who has spent much of his life tilling fields and grooming crops. Making his way through life with bent back and blistered hands; a man who takes to heart the ability to travel freely in a manner of his own choosing. Likely is that he previously took for granted his quiet drives down the interstate in his deisal truck, simply him & the road.
But now, no longer able to afford that daily drive, he stands in front of me. I watch as he slowly gazes over the myriad office and retail workers surrounding him. To one side of him, a woman sits reading the bible, headphones plugged into her ears. To the other side, a portly fellow reads from the Simirillion. As his eyes pass over each person in turn, his face betrays a feeling of first, dissapointment, followed swiftly by disgust. As if by simply being forced upon public transit has infused in him some communist corruption. Or, perhaps his disgust is in the failure of the American Dream.
After all his years of hard work, he can't even do something as simple as driving his truck in the morning. I see the pain of that realization on his face.
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edited June 2008
yeah what a bizarre set of activities for a person to engage in
on a related note, I think the voice on the overhead here at the airport just said "infant nards"
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edited June 2008
One of the neatest things I've ever seen was when I was in a Rite-Aid that used to be a Woolworth's and still had a little short order counter with high stools.
I passed by the counter and saw a guy and girl in full punk regalia, safety-pinned jacket with studs, boots and spiked hair and they were both just sitting at this 50's style counter sipping shakes and laughing
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edited June 2008
My office is opposite a cemetery that leads up to the botanic gardens. Right now I can see a couple of female joggers in long tights and jerseys stretching their hamstrings on one of the 'Cemetery walk' signs.
So with gas prices being what they are, my comfortable bus rides to & from work have become crowded, stuffy excursions reminiscent of my days in the army, being trucked around, stacked like cords of wood in the back of a vehicle. As I rarely am able to get a seat anymore, I was standing in the aisle, and standing in front me was a gentlement worthy of certain note.
By his manner of dress, haircut, the mention of a local farming co-op on his worn baseball cap, full moustache and sun-beaten face, I would venture the man to be a man who has spent much of his life tilling fields and grooming crops. Making his way through life with bent back and blistered hands; a man who takes to heart the ability to travel freely in a manner of his own choosing. Likely is that he previously took for granted his quiet drives down the interstate in his deisal truck, simply him & the road.
But now, no longer able to afford that daily drive, he stands in front of me. I watch as he slowly gazes over the myriad office and retail workers surrounding him. To one side of him, a woman sits reading the bible, headphones plugged into her ears. To the other side, a portly fellow reads from the Simirillion. As his eyes pass over each person in turn, his face betrays a feeling of first, dissapointment, followed swiftly by disgust. As if by simply being forced upon public transit has infused in him some communist corruption. Or, perhaps his disgust is in the failure of the American Dream.
After all his years of hard work, he can't even do something as simple as driving his truck in the morning. I see the pain of that realization on his face.
And I relish in it.
Nobody has lauded this post for it's obvious brilliance
So here I am to say: This is a magnificent post
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Larlar's job sounds exciting.
I guess in Canada people don't work in offices closed to the public
how exotic
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I work in a public library. We get the regular people in addition to the people who can't afford to do anything else so they come to browse our vast wares and throw shoes at women.
I find it funny when people at my work try on clothes that are obviously too small for them, try to zip them up, and then ask me to help them. Meanwhile in my head I'm thinkin', there's no way in hell you're gonna fit in that, you whale.
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So with gas prices being what they are, my comfortable bus rides to & from work have become crowded, stuffy excursions reminiscent of my days in the army, being trucked around, stacked like cords of wood in the back of a vehicle. As I rarely am able to get a seat anymore, I was standing in the aisle, and standing in front me was a gentlement worthy of certain note.
By his manner of dress, haircut, the mention of a local farming co-op on his worn baseball cap, full moustache and sun-beaten face, I would venture the man to be a man who has spent much of his life tilling fields and grooming crops. Making his way through life with bent back and blistered hands; a man who takes to heart the ability to travel freely in a manner of his own choosing. Likely is that he previously took for granted his quiet drives down the interstate in his deisal truck, simply him & the road.
But now, no longer able to afford that daily drive, he stands in front of me. I watch as he slowly gazes over the myriad office and retail workers surrounding him. To one side of him, a woman sits reading the bible, headphones plugged into her ears. To the other side, a portly fellow reads from the Simirillion. As his eyes pass over each person in turn, his face betrays a feeling of first, dissapointment, followed swiftly by disgust. As if by simply being forced upon public transit has infused in him some communist corruption. Or, perhaps his disgust is in the failure of the American Dream.
After all his years of hard work, he can't even do something as simple as driving his truck in the morning. I see the pain of that realization on his face.
And I relish in it.
Nobody has lauded this post for it's obvious brilliance
I was at the mall last weekend and saw the biggest woman ever walking around wearing a shirt that said "I brought sexy back". A little bit louder than I should have i said "I wonder who lost it."
I saw a dude in Berkley riding some kinda unicycle with a tail on it.
Also lesbians.
And when I was in San Fran, while not TOTALLY people watching, I was approached by this homeless lady who said "Hey gimme money and I'll show you a trick" and I gave her five bucks and she did these classy-assed jazz hands. Best five bucks I've ever spent.
Edit: Also, I was walking out of the store once, and saw the back of this REALLY FUCKING FAT woman. Like, you could fit dinner plates in the fat on the backs of her legs. I kinda made a retching noise.
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I was at the mall last weekend and saw the biggest woman ever walking around wearing a shirt that said "I brought sexy back". A little bit louder than I should have i said "I wonder who lost it."
I was at the mall last weekend and saw the biggest woman ever walking around wearing a shirt that said "I brought sexy back". A little bit louder than I should have i said "I wonder who lost it."
I would have said, "I wonder who she gave it to."
my brains first response was Bullshit! but the above came out of my mouth instead.
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All because he saw some black student-aged guy standing outside McDonalds with a white girl.
I walked away because I was smoking a cigarette and I'll be fucked if I'll give a cigarette to some crazy racist bum. (Usually when a bum sees me smoking they ask me for a cig.)
Part of me wanted him to ask me, though, so I could call him a "racist shitbag" and walk off, but sometimes its best not to mess with crazy people.
By his manner of dress, haircut, the mention of a local farming co-op on his worn baseball cap, full moustache and sun-beaten face, I would venture the man to be a man who has spent much of his life tilling fields and grooming crops. Making his way through life with bent back and blistered hands; a man who takes to heart the ability to travel freely in a manner of his own choosing. Likely is that he previously took for granted his quiet drives down the interstate in his deisal truck, simply him & the road.
But now, no longer able to afford that daily drive, he stands in front of me. I watch as he slowly gazes over the myriad office and retail workers surrounding him. To one side of him, a woman sits reading the bible, headphones plugged into her ears. To the other side, a portly fellow reads from the Simirillion. As his eyes pass over each person in turn, his face betrays a feeling of first, dissapointment, followed swiftly by disgust. As if by simply being forced upon public transit has infused in him some communist corruption. Or, perhaps his disgust is in the failure of the American Dream.
After all his years of hard work, he can't even do something as simple as driving his truck in the morning. I see the pain of that realization on his face.
And I relish in it.
be thankful
on a related note, I think the voice on the overhead here at the airport just said "infant nards"
I passed by the counter and saw a guy and girl in full punk regalia, safety-pinned jacket with studs, boots and spiked hair and they were both just sitting at this 50's style counter sipping shakes and laughing
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Oh and now as I was writing this my supervisor's going over to him and telling him to leave. And he is.
Exciting.
He could easily break his leg doing that
And then you could shoot him
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Nobody has lauded this post for it's obvious brilliance
So here I am to say: This is a magnificent post
I guess in Canada people don't work in offices closed to the public
how exotic
Canadians need to be surrounded by nature
Even in office buildings
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I see someone like that around here once in a long while. I always hope he gets into an accident, or something.
Perhaps I am a bad person.
there's a dude who occasionally goes past on a segway, i always want to push him off and then run away
also I saw a couple standing at the lights to cross the road holding hands, but instead of facing towards the road they were facing away from it
maybe they were performance artists
commenting on the absurdity of the day-to-day humdrum
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Also lesbians.
And when I was in San Fran, while not TOTALLY people watching, I was approached by this homeless lady who said "Hey gimme money and I'll show you a trick" and I gave her five bucks and she did these classy-assed jazz hands. Best five bucks I've ever spent.
Edit: Also, I was walking out of the store once, and saw the back of this REALLY FUCKING FAT woman. Like, you could fit dinner plates in the fat on the backs of her legs. I kinda made a retching noise.
I would have said, "I wonder who she gave it to."
my brains first response was Bullshit! but the above came out of my mouth instead.
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and the officers would tell us someone fucked up, but they don't know who, so they're going to punish everyone
unless that person comes out and confesses right now
I always
always
look around to see who's fidgeting, who's staring straight ahead, etc.
did the same thing in highschool, too.
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If I went and looked out the window, I could see his matching Caballero.