Ever get bored while sitting in traffic? I know I do. Here's something you can do for fun: instead of seeing the CARS around you (you DO notice the cars around you, right?), see the people in the cars.
Don't just see the red Toyota, look inside the car as it's driving past and see the person inside the car. Then you can have all sorts of fun. You can imagine what they're saying or where they're going. You can try and guess if they're in a hurry or if they even have a clue where they're going. If they're yelling at kids in the car, imagine what they're yelling about.
Well, it gives you something to do when you're sitting in traffic...
I love doing that in malls. I have whole stories I can tell of the people walking by. Then again, I don't usually for fear of my friends running off screaming. ;-)
No, please, sit back on the couch and tell us about it... ;)
Uhh...I listen to my music and pull out a book.
LOL
Drving home from Boston at 4pm is a nightmare- and one could get prettttyyyy nasty...ahem. SO a book is a good thing.
I do that when I am on a trip, I make up stories based on the driver, the passengers, and what you can see in or on the car.
I have done this for years. Each of those people bought that car on purpose, that is HIS car, and he has inhabited it.
I also wonder about clothes (a human concept, Ogre) - when people get up in the morning, they DECIDED to put those things on....
I thought you were going to tell us how to use paint guns while in traffic when I saw this in my feedreader. Imagine my disappointment. ;)
Peter - those clothes just mean that the husband got out of the house before the wife could see what they looked like, that or they are single.
;P
Raven, you're not supposed to read while driving...
And QW, what are you trying to imply? ;)
Thanks, everyone, for stopping along.
When I'm in a public place, I also make up stories about the other humans I see.
I give them relatives, foreign infamy, exotic kung-fu skills, pagan religions, suicidal aspirations, llamas with meticulously trimmed fur, etc. And then I try conversing with them about Uncle Igor's goiter or their haruspication technique.
Llamas with meticulously trimmed fur? Hey, that must have been me that you saw!