hurling through space

man, the people you encounter daily. here I am in a rather large room. glass windows replace two paralell walls. and people are everywhere. to my extreme right, a woman who seems normal enough is sorta freaking me out. it's not her thick-rimmed brown faux-tortise shell glasses on her face. her teal overstretched workout top. and her about to bust the seams grey capris. it's her whole talking to herself. she's madly click claking onto a keyboard. lightly rocking back and forth. pounding away on those buttons like a disgruntled whomever preparing to send a nasty letter. mostly it's the talking to herself.

the thing of it is, she's leaning to the right and taking. then over to the left. like she's sandwiched inbetween two people I cannot see. who knows. maybe she sees something that I just cannot. or maybe she's flipped one too many switches. yep, that's it.

Just off to my upper left eyeview is a man in suit. A stark contrast to the babling woman meat in the invisible friend sammy. I can see his screen from here. And surprise surprise! He's on myspace. Like the rest of the world. For a guy in a suit he sure sports alot a facial scruff. and why would he be wearind dark shades in a super well lit room with tons of windows? It's a mystery. But man is he a focused myspacer. probally on facebook too. I'd go with 89%.

Oh and there's flannel vest man right in front of me. with the bald spot. what confuses me about FVM (flannel vest man) is that despite his bald spot he keeps the rest of his hair long with a slight curl on the end. He's hanging onto what little he's got let. Brave soul. And he's yahooing. A flannel vest would seem like an odd thing for most people to wear. (At least I hope so.) but it seems to make a comfortable home on FVM. Oh, hey guy, please don't scratch there.... yep. he did.

yesterday I had a visual encounter with Straw Hat Lady. she was completely outfitted in summer gear. small denim cutoff shorts. floral printed tank. and a huge floppy straw hat firmly crowned her head. I saw her scratch too. yup, in the no-no. And I think maybe she forgot where she was for a bit before she did it. I mean when I saw it, and after she did it, she saw me. And reality hit her hard. With a sideslap of shame.