People watching

I think you could say that I/we--my close circle--have taken people watching to a new level, an art form if you will. Think of standing in front of the Mona Lisa microanalyzing every brush stroke made by the artist, second-guessing the color of her eyes, her hair, her dress (?). Then think of Wayne and me sitting in Sam's--on some very comfy outdoor furniture, I might add--on a Friday afternoon watching humanity parade by.

We were there on legitimate business. Not a date. We had ordered 22 rotisserie chickens to feed Jackson's baseball team. They were to be ready at 4:00 p.m. but weren't. So, what's a true-blooded Southern gal to do? I had already done my shopping for the weekend. Well, for me it's watch the people go by and comment on what they're wearing--or not--how old the girl is, how wide her hips are, why the kids are barefoot, how many tattoos can one person actually have and how much do they cost?

Wayne was the first to spot an ex of a good friend of ours with a really poor excuse for a date? Girlfriend? Who knows? All I know is that I was tempted to call her and say "Bless your heart and good riddance!" Man! They circled us more than once, and I nearly caught a crick in my neck trying to get a good look so I could report to my "close circle" what I'd seen.

Then he spotted "Mrs. Wiggins"--you know, from the Carol Burnett Show. She was wearing a large houndstooth print dress with high heels. She was fairly attractive but had an enormously wide derriere and walked like something hurt.

Well, as you can see, Wayne saw and pointed out some interesting things in our time in Sam's. Maybe we should visit the art museum.....Nah, we'll just try parking lot of the BP next Friday.