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People Watching

I am a people watcher. I make no apologies about it, and I’m going to keep doing it. So there.

I people watch as I do my paperwork at the coffee shop. I usually sit at an out of the way table in an area of the shop where no one really notices me, and you’d be surprised at what I see.

That short man with only a tuft of hair circling his otherwise shiny head? Lawyer. No doubt about it. His skin is pasty white from endless hours in the office and he has a perpetual scowl on his face as he hurries from wherever he came from to wherever he is going. His dark suit, white shirt, understated tie, and over-stuffed briefcase give him away.

The woman sitting at the corner table sipping tea with her eyes closed is a teacher. Her hair is in need of a trim, her clothes are comfortable and a bit disheveled, and she looks tired. Really tired. She could be confused with a stay-home mom if you’re not a savvy people watcher, but the clue is the small handbag on the table. The mom would have a large bag with all sorts of kid paraphernalia sticking out the top.

That tall man over there, the one with his nose up in the air – he’s a banker. One of the old boys. I know this because I worked with enough of them. They dress in tasteful business casual style and they’re seldom in a hurry. They never smile. Unless their bank shares are up.

The guy with the laptop at the other corner table is a work-from-home information technology expert. He has his own business and does very well, although his appearance wouldn’t indicate that. I just know because I’ve talked to him. Come on. Sometimes you have to satisfy your curiosity and strike up a conversation!

The pretty young lady at the round table by the fireplace seems to be deeply engrossed in her file folders and notepad. But she looks up every time the door opens, as if she’s waiting for someone. She isn’t, because she’s been sitting there for almost two hours and  you’d think whoever it was she was expecting would have shown up by now. I think she just wants people to notice her.

The high school kids. A half dozen or more of them come in every day on their lunch break. They push tables together, move chairs around, and eat their bag lunches. On occasion, one or two of them may buy something from our menu. We kick them out. They keep coming back.

The mommy’s club meets on a regular basis. These ladies do not have a formal organization, but they might as well. They show up at 8:35 after they have dropped their kids off at the nearby school, and they stay until 11:10 when it’s time to pick them up. Every day. Medium soy sugar free vanilla latte and a blueberry bran muffin. The order never changes.

Then there is the endless parade of construction workers, insurance people, college students, seniors, and nannies who come in, pick up their coffees, and leave. You don’t get as much time to observe them, but you can figure out a whole lot about them if they are regulars.

Come on over and say hi next time you’re in. I’ll be watching for you.


Filed under Blogging, Coffee Shop, Writing

Some People

I will get back to posting bits of Tash’s story, I promise, but today I must vent.

I will try to be diplomatic. Sensitive. Compassionate. You know, all those things that flee from your mind when someone drives you up a wall. You get it. I know you do.

I’m generally an accepting person. I try to see the good in everyone, even when their goodness is very well hidden. I trust people. I believe them when they tell me something, and I am disappointed if they don’t keep their word.

But then there are Some People.

These are the ones everybody has in their life. The ones that live to make you miserable. The ones that cause your inner groan to escape with great depth and volume. It’s all about them and they take it to a whole new level.

Yeah. I know a few. And they always come out of the woodwork at the worst possible moment. At the same time. They’re like the colony of ants that live outside my house. You never just see one of them. They overrun the place.

I know Jesus said we’re supposed to our love our neighbours as ourselves. But I’m glad these people aren’t my neighbours. I know, I know, a technicality. I sort of do love these people – as long as they keep their distance and I don’t have to actually carry on a conversation or be in the same room with them. It’s best that way.

Does all of this make sense?

If it doesn’t, I apologize. It’s the best I can do without saying what I really think.


Filed under Blogging, Expectations, Writing

Thinking About Life

I saw this in a recent article and it got me thinking about life. You don’t actually have to take the quiz. Just read it and you’ll hopefully get the point.

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.

2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.

3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.

4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer prize.

5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.

6. Name the last decade’s worth of World Series winners.

How did you do? The point is, none of us remember much about these people, even though were considered the best in their fields. The fame dies and for the most part, their achievements are forgotten.

Here’s another quiz.

1. List a few teachers who made a positive impact on you in school.

2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.

3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.

4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.

5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.

6. Name half a dozen heroes whose stories have inspired you.

That was easier, right? The lesson here is that people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.



Filed under Life, Thinking, Writing

The Stomach Knot

There are some people on this earth who seem to exist for the sole purpose of causing stomach knots. And some of those people are individuals with whom you must come into contact on a regular basis. You know what I mean. The mere thought of having to be in the same room with them has your tummy twisting and turning for hours or days or even weeks in advance.

The reasons for this gastric discomfort can vary. Perhaps your nemesis is a boss or co-worker and confrontation could have drastic consequences. Maybe the problem is with a family member, and we all know how that goes. Or you have a neighbour who – um – needs to move. The possibilities are endless. And the common denominator in all of these situations is that the “knotty” person is someone you can’t avoid.

Then what?

I’d like to tell you that I have learned, during my vast and hugely diverse life experience, how to untie the knots in my stomach when it comes to certain people. Wouldn’t that be nice? I’d like to tell you that it’s all about your attitude, which it is, to a large extent. And I’d like to tell you that the only person you can change is yourself, so start there. Good advice, right?

The other solutions I had in mind are not legal.

So I give it to God. And He works it out. Maybe not always in the way I’d like Him to, but always in the best way.


Filed under Acceptance, Christian, God, Writing