things move around

Summer is here, and there is nothing I like better than to spend my free time people-watching. I sit quietly, all alone, sipping a soft drink, and remark silently on the great variety of interesting people I see. Here, for example, is what I saw today, between twelve and one o’ clock, in the small pedestrianised area at the northern end of Hornby Street:

Office worker, seated, eating sushi from plastic tray. Office worker, seated, eating salad from plastic tray. Office worker, walking. Office worker, walking, eating ham sandwich. Office worker, seated, reading newspaper. Office worker, seated, talking on cellphone. Office worker, walking, with a blue shirt on. Office worker, walking, with a pink shirt on. Office walker, seated, eating fruit. Office worker, seated, idle. Office worker, seated, eating salad from plastic tray. Office worker, walking, with a ferret on a leash. Office worker, crouching, eating an egg and spam bap. Office worker, seated, talking to another office worker, also seated, eating a tofurkey baguette. Office worker, walking, weeping, wailing, lamenting, wracked with anguish, torn by grief. Office worker, seated, eating plastic tray.

Isn’t people-watching great.