People Watching

Barnes & Noble is one of my favorite places because of the books/Starbucks combo.  What could be better?

At the one where I live, there is often a creepy man that sits in exactly the same spot every time I see him.  I say he's creepy because every time you look in his direction, it feels as if he was watching you.  I don't legitimately think he's a stalker.  I just think he's a creepy people watcher person.  One time, I even ran into him at the mall, and he said hello.  As if we were friends, because he sees me at B&N.

Well, he's not here today (thank goodness).  But I am.  And I just realized:
I'm a creepy people watcher, too!
I'm sitting here, trying to find out what the people around me are doing.
...I think one woman is here with her mother meeting a wedding planner.  I would like to be a wedding planner... like J. Lo:

...The old man in front of me is sitting weirdly (don't ask - it's just weird) and reading a book called "Discovery, Innovation, and Risk," so I feel as if he'd be interesting.
...There are people at the front trying to introduce the nook, and nobody seems interested.

...And there are two other people in the cafe with a MacBook, and I feel as if we have secret Mac connection.

Is that creepy?  Maybe.  But I love people watching.  It should be something I list in all of those "About Me" things as a habit.  I just pray that I'm not nearly as creepy as that man...

Remember, tomorrow is Single Sentence Sunday.  If you want to do it, let me know!  I've been thinking about having you who do it link up, but I won't put a McLinky unless I know you will.