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Just Call Me Nancy Drew

June 22, 2011

It’s no secret that I love people-watching. Now, let me be clear. I’m not judging whilst watching. I just like observing. Unless you’re doing something awful like smoking in your car with two kids in the back and the windows rolled up, cheating on your husband or the like, I just want to see what’s happening.
People always say that strange and funny things happen when I’m around but I beg to differ. Interesting things happen to everyone. I just pay attention. Most people would keep walking if they heard a man and wife fighting about oatmeal in the grocery store. I stop, watch and listen.
Every once in awhile, watching and listening isn’t the best idea. When in lived in Manhattan, I saw a man actually making love to the sidewalk. He was naked. He was making noises. I walked away without a second glance. There are people who have lived in NYC all of their lives and never seen anything like that.
There are times when, without blatantly staring, I can’t figure out what these people are doing. A couple of weeks ago, some friends and I were at a local watering hole, enjoying a few happy hour beverages. A large table nearby started to fill. I had my back to them, but quickly changed my perspective.
It was an interesting group (cue Cookie Monster singing, “One of these things is not like the other…”). They didn’t look like they belonged together. Young and old, nerdy and cool, fratty and not, male and female, you get it. Our table started speculating. How on earth do these people know each other?
In hushed tones, our discussion began. We just knew it had to be a secret connection. Everyone seemed to have an awkward gait as they approached the table and the chatter was nervous. Introductions were made, but they either involved little eye contact or an overt politeness that comes with a first meeting.
Only some of our guesses are safe for print. Dungeons and Dragons meeting? Do they all have some common fetish? If so, we figured that it probably wasn’t a foot fetish. No one looked under the table a single time. As I mentioned before, they varied in age, so we knew it wasn’t a reunion of any sort. Maybe they are a support group for weight loss, addiction or an illness.
Obviously we weren’t getting anywhere. No one was willing to ask (that would be nosy) and we couldn’t just go on with our day, never knowing the story (because we are nosy). We had a plan.
One of my happy hour people was on the way out anyway. He said his goodbyes, paid his check and slowly walked past the table in question. Stopping right next to them, he pulled his Blackberry out of his pocket and dialed. While “checking his voicemail” he craned his neck so that he could hear the strangers’ conversation. After a couple of minutes, he put his phone back in his pocket and walked out the door.
As we waited for his call, we laughed, knowing that he had a great story. Ring! We answered, holding our collective breath. The answer? They all work together. Some work here and others are visiting from other branches of the company. The absolutely mundane answer explained the age and style variations and the apparent lack of familiarity.
How boring! Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. Until next time…

One Comment leave one →
  1. Wild Bill permalink
    August 23, 2011 2:52 pm

    love your stuff man,Woman haha,it’s so on the $$…”WB”

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