Pursuant to your Request

Life in general has it's ups and downs.  It's good and bad days.  But every day I look out my office window, I see some interesting people doing some interesting things.  After posting some of them on Facebook for the last 2 years, I was told I needed to write a book.  While I don't believe my writings would be worthy of a book deal, they might be worth reading in a blog.  So here goes.

So far today, I've seen two people park their cars and open their doors into the sign - thereby damaging their car doors.  One guy looked pretty upset, not at himself for being an idiot, but at whoever put that damn sign there.  The other lady didn't seem to care one bit that her door was dented up good.  She probably thought it gave her car some character. 

So far this morning, I'm missing my regular homeless man.  Although I did see him driving in this morning. His job and home are on the Downtown Raleigh streets.  Hopefully, I'll see him today and give you a run down of his awesome outfits he puts together.  Lately though, I have had this one guy who walks by about 5-6 times each day with one ski pole.  He also has a cast on one foot too.  Now I don't believe he is homeless.  He dresses like you or I would.  He's a clean cut, older black man.  Not sure about the ski pole though.  Any guesses? 

I would like to say I get amazed at what I see each day, but after a couple years of watching people - nothing amazes me.  I think my favorites are the people who walk by and check themselves out in my mirrored windows.  The ones that I think need to change their outfit, lose some weight, etc.  Those are the ones that seem to be the happiest with themselves.  The ones that dress to the nines don't always look to favorably on their reflection.  Very odd.  I've seen some big ass black women that could carry a TV tray on their ass, that seem perfectly fine with the fact that their stretchy pants have expanded to their limit. 

This guy from my bank always stops in my window in his mad ash to see his boyfriend.  Yes, he's very gay.  Anyways, I'm always tempted when I make my deposits to tell him that I can see him in my window preening all the time, but I don't.  Part of me doesn't want him to stop I think.  It's like I'm drawn to the weird and odd.