People Watching

Posted: March 3, 2013 in Uncategorized
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“KISS HER, YOU IDIOT! KISS HER!!!”

“Have character, don’t be one.”~ Sue Ann Cordell

Before I get to the story telling of seeing Echo Temple playing at the House of Blues in Houston, there’s another story I am going to share.

Echo Temple/Houston fans are just simply going to have to wait.

Traveling on the bus has obviously turned into an experience. It is rather easy to get into the habit of people watching. Some are amusing, others make you reflect, and even more people just make you sick to your stomach.

As I awaited silently and patiently for the bus to arrive to take me to Houston, a female caught my eye. But I didn’t approach her, didn’t try to speak to her, didn’t do anything.

She was standing in the shade from a distance. It was cold outside and standing up against the wall didn’t seem like the way to stay warm from the blustery winds.

Soon after I was direct to move to another location so the bus could get by me and get turned around.

This caused me to have to be nearer to this female that I had been watching.

Wouldn’t you know it, FDS struck again!!

Ugh!

I would find out moments later that it was a good  thing that I had not attempted to strike up a conversation with her as some lanky guy came running up to her and handed her a drink. He obviously went away and purchased drinks. One of them or both of them was about to embark on their own journey. And the girl pecked the guy on the lips. Most likely as her way to say thank you.

Aww…

But then she snuggled up to him, shivered a little bit. And the guy just stood there with his arms at his side. Then she cuddled in closer to his chest, starting kissing on his neck and cheek. She attempted many times to kiss his lips again but he kept moving his head around. He wasn’t even looking at her but rather over the top of her head as he was considerably taller than she was.

Maybe its just the fact that I’ve been in a drought lately. But I just couldn’t understand why this guy was avoiding her affections. HOLD HER FOR CRYIN’ OUTLOUD AT LEAST!!! If you don’t want to get involved heavily in some random public display of affection, that’s one thing. But he was not even acknowledging her.

And it made me wonder: How the heck do men get women when they treat them like that?

So then I was loaded on the bus first.

This “bus station” of sorts is located in a large parking lot between some office buildings and a large apartment complex. And as I looked up into the sky… up on the third floor of the apartment complex, I saw a door open to the back patio area. A man walked out 100% NAKED with a joint and smoked it. He stood there – no clothes, not even a blanket- and smoked and toked to his heart’s content.

If this man had decided to urinate over the edge then he would have nailed the bus passengers on the ground below. But he didn’t do that. He smoked marijuana.

Some people.

And then this afternoon on the way back home, I was sitting out in the sun as it was about ten to fifteen degrees COOLER in Houston than it is at home. This man pulls up in the parking lot of the Shell Station where the bus comes to pick up people in that part of Houston. Another peculiar female jumped out of the vehicle and ran for the inside of the store with her bag over her shoulder. I didn’t get a good look and I was hoping that it wouldn’t be FDS again.

It wasn’t.

As minutes ticked away, more and more people who were to board the bus in Houston came crawling out of the cracks. This same girl came out of the store and some gentleman with was right behind her.

I didn’t look at them. But they were standing behind me. And I could just hear this female nagging the man over and over to leave her alone.

I would hear her telling the guy to just go home. To get away from her. To leave her alone. The man was responding but I couldn’t understand any word that he said. She then attempted another option, threatening the man that she would NOT get on the bus if he didn’t leave. And was making these empty promises that she would just walk home.

Don’t people understand that you can be heard in public when you are dealing with an issue like that?!? I guess she just didn’t care.

She got on the bus though. And she was cute. But after hearing all that bitching and nagging, I could just imagine the weirdness that could’ve been had I approached her.

She jumped into one of the seats that was facing backwards. And I had no other choice but to attempt to look out the window for most of the trip because looking straight ahead of me I would only find her staring at me back. And then the awkward quick-look-away would happen. Both for her and I.

I had made the determination within the first hour of the journey home that this female was probably not even in her mid-20’s yet or not yet out of college and still in school.

In a cramped and crowded bus, she would attempt to sleep off some of the long trip. But her head and body kept slumping to the left. Eventually she nodded off so hard that she crashed into the person sitting in the next seat. From the view point that I had, with all of those crushed together bus seats in front of me, when she fell against the other person beside her, it looked like she was attempting to go down on her.

They all had a laugh together. I’m sure she wasn’t feeling it though. So embarrassing that had to be!

She got off the bus quickly. And then she stood there. When I finally got off the bus she came up to me and had a distance of about six feet from me and said “Fuck you, you fuckin’ fuck!” and walked away with her middle finger extended in the air as she pranced away.

Clearly, she’s got issues. And now she’s running loose in the same city that I live in. Should I be concerned? I don’t know!!

She probably felt uncomfortable and insecure knowing that I had been looking at her. Other than that, I offer up no possible theory for her behavior.

Just keep in mind guys: Cute doesn’t always mean a keeper!!!!!

 

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