Mi Familia
Jeremy, Dallas and James
Friday, July 7, 2017
People Watching
Have you ever just sat and really watched the world around us? People Watching can be so intriguing and honestly is one of my favorite things to do. You can learn so much just by paying attention to the people around you. Tonight my son and I were having dinner at our local Zaxbys. I couldn't help but to stop and stare, to sit back and take it all in. People are some of the funniest and strangest creatures around. I watched as the elderly couple across from our booth sat and chatted with one another. I couldn't help but to notice the BRIGHT BLUE finger nail polish her delicate hands were rockin. I wondered if she was that hip Granny that everyone hopes for. I wondered what her life was like when she was younger. I noticed that her outfit matched perfectly and her husband followed suit. I wondered what their life had been like and how long they had been together? Did they have kids? Grandchildren? How did they manage to make their marriage last? So many questions I pondered upon. Her husband seemed like a true gentlemen. He got up from the table to refill her drink and opened the door as they left the restaurant. I wondered where they were going?
To our right were two teenage girls. They had actually placed their order before us. You could tell they were close friends as they laughed and got lost in conversation with one another. I sat and wondered what they were talking about? A boy friend perhaps? Maybe they were scheming and plotting away. The possibilities are endless. They both had long brown hair and perfect tan bodies. If they only knew how much I missed my best friend and how I longed for that conversation. A conversation that I know in the back of my mind will probably never happen again.
My eyes skimmed to the young lady behind them. She sat alone with phone in her hand. In fact, she never put it down. I sat and wondered what had her focused and so attentive? Was she texting or was she getting lost in our never ending social media world? Did she even care that she was sitting alone? Was someone planning to meet her there?
Then there was the family directly in front of me. I could tell that the woman's husband had become annoyed by the story she was telling. From what I could gather it had something to do with a fighter pilot. Her husband tried to jump in and retell the story, but the wife became agitated. Their son was older and sat and listened to his Mom while she spoke. I don't recall him ever saying a word. I wondered why the husband seemed so annoyed? Will I be like this when I am older?
To the foreign family of three...I wondered what was so special about Zaxbys that you had to take so many selfies? Perhaps this is your daughter's favorite place to eat? Maybe you were celebrating? Maybe you just felt like taking pictures? Who knows? Whatever the reason, I do know that Zaxbys has good food.
Then there were the two young teenage boys that came in together. One was a little person and I watched as the friend was willing to help with items that couldn't be reached. Was this guys night? I have always wondered what guys talk about when they get together? Do you gossip just as much as women do? So many questions.
I sat and looked at my son while he ate his kids meal. I hope he knows how much I enjoy his company. I wondered how long I will have until eating dinner with Mom just isn't cool anymore. My little boy is growing up right before my very eyes. I looked into those magically colored blue eyes and I wondered what his thoughts were. Oh to be a child again.
I wonder how many people watched me with my son this evening? What did they see in me? Did I intrigue them the way they had intrigued me? Did they wonder what my son and I were doing there? Could they see how much I loved my son? Did they know how much I was enjoying my evening just being there with him? Do they even care? People Watching at it's finest. You can get lost in a world of your own creativity. Sometimes we just need to sit back and pay attention to the world around us. The possibilities are endless.
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