Indisciminate Stalking
I’m a people watcher. They fascinate, frustrate and amuse in almost equal measures.
Today, however, due to the inclement weather my commute was delayed slightly and I decided to take the bus down Leith Walk to work instead of walking. This meant that I couldn’t mark the morning leg stretch with the usual faces that I see every day. I tend to notice if people are early, late, or sometimes absent. I then wonder if they’re on holiday, sick or if yesterday was their last day at work and what they got as a leaving gift.
It occurred to me while sitting on this bus that maybe some of the people I walk past every day were wondering the same thing about me this morning. Had my absence been noted? Maybe they reached their destination and wondered where the bearded house breaker was this morning.
House breaker? Is that like a home wrecker?
I used to always have names for the people I walked past, not very original stuff like “Beardy Student”.
Not quite, more someone off to do some b&e. Comes from the black jeans, black jacket and black hat combo that I rock in the mornings. That’s how I roll.