So, on the way into work, I put down the paper and looked at the people I passed and the people that passed me.
I marvel at how humans think they're invisible behind the wheel of a car. I'm just as guilty, but hopefully to a lesser extent.
To wit, here's a random cross-section of what I saw this morning:
- Business executive in nice clothes and nice car digging for gold in his nose. I pictured him going straight into a business meeting and touching all the doughnuts and bagels before finally choosing something. Then complaining about a dirty coffee cup.
- Twenty-something female on a cell phone wearing sunglasses so gaudy even Phyllis Diller wouldn't touch them. She was driving a yellow Mustang with a UNT sticker on the rear window. She was the phone with Cindy, her sorority sister, trying to figure out when to schedule their next mixer for rush week. Cindy couldn't hear Gaudy Sunglasses Girl because her stereo was playing The Ubiquitous Kelly Clarkson too loud. Gaudy Sunglasses Girl had to shout because her stereo, but on another station, mind you, was playing The Ubiquitous Kelly Clarkson too loud, as well. Different station, but the same song.
- An older lady who looked like she was in her 70's with an OU sticker on her rear window. I imagined her at the Cotton Bowl, cheering on her Sooners to beat those "dadgum t-sips". I pictured her as a quiet grandmother who sews, gardens, and drinks tea, but can't keep quiet during a football game, and doesn't apologize for it. She and her husband have had the same seats at the Cotton Bowl with the same people for decades; it's their tradition. The "new guys" in their section have had their seats for fifteen years.
- A dirty delivery truck in front of me for several miles with "It's a Boy - Matt, Jr." inscribed in the filth. I wonder if Matt, Jr. is the unborn child or the father. Congrats, Matt.
