Sometimes, I wish I could read minds. But then I guess I wouldn’t get to imagine up scenarios for the interesting people I encounter or observe.
I go to the laundromat on Friday mornings to do my laundry. Twice now there’s been an older man in a scruffy looking denim jacket ride up on his bicycle. He parks his bike outside, comes in, and turns on the TV. Last week he flipped to the History channel. This week, the Travel channel. He stands there, looking up at the TV, which is mounted high on the wall, for about two minutes. And then he leaves, leaving the TV on as he goes. He just puts his gloves back on and bikes away. I’m getting the feeling that this is some sort of ritual of his, because there have been other times that I’ve come to the laundromat and the TV was left on (on the History channel usually) while nobody’s around.
And I’m dying to know what this man is doing.
He looks like he could be homeless. His clothes are old and look maybe a little dirty. His face isn’t shaved. Maybe he comes in here to get warm. Or he likes to get his daily fix of TV for the day. Or maybe he’s not homeless at all. Maybe he was watching these shows when he left his house to go to work. And he wants to know how it’s ending, so he takes a two minute stop so he can check up on the show.
This is one of the reasons I love being a writer. Because instead of being annoyed at this guy who leaves the TV on while I’m trying to write as I wait for my laundry, I find myself wondering what his story is. It’s a fun way to live, isn’t it?
Have you observed any interesting/quirky real-life people that you’ve just been dying to know about? Did you come up with your own story for them? 🙂