Over the years, I have become an observer of human nature, just a fancy name for a "People" watcher. We are all guilty of it, just some more than others, and some of use tend to look deeper.
Almost everyone I talk to who has ever been to Las Vegas, expresses the enjoyment they get from watching people! Whether it be the foreign tourists snapping pictures in rapid succession, to the Bermuda Short clad, black sock and sandal wearing farmer from the Midwest, with a "fanny pack" that would tire a Clydesdale. To watch people both in and out of their element is a common past time for many of us.
The most interesting people watching comes when people are out of their natural element, or under pressure. That short foreigner snapping pictures like there is no tomorrow, could very well be a very successful, businessman working in a high pressure job in a high rise tower in downtown Tokyo Japan. The Bermuda short wearing farmer, may own thousands of acres of land, and thousands of head of cattle, that feed the worlds population.
If your car is broken down on the busy highway in Las Vegas, that farmer is probably not going to pull over and help you change your tire. But I promise you that if you are on a country lane in Iowa, and he finds you in need of help, he will pull over, help you with your tire, and give you the shirt of his back if he can!
The other day, I was at the "Old Country Buffet", you know the place, or one similar too it. For less than $10.00 you can "Strap on the Feed Bag" and eat to your hearts content. Looking at my waist line, it is quite obvious that I have done that on more than one occasion! Of the hundreds of times, I have been to establishments such as this, I have never seen them run out of food, or even get low on food, granted a certain item may be depleted for a short period of time, but just like magic a few minutes later a new pan of "fried chicken" magically appears!
What amazes me, is with the unending bounty of food at hand, people go berserk. I was there on a Sunday, the post "Church" crowd, the worst time to be there. Little old ladies dressed in their Sunday finest, where watching the line to get in like "Hawks" to make sure know one cut ahead in line! Heaven forbid, the cashier would make a mistake in regards to giving the proper discount, and they were also trying to slip other people onto their "Senior Citizen" discount card!
I stand 6 feet tall, tipping the scales at almost 300lbs. I have had professional athletes step out of my way. In any other situation, these little old ladies would cower away from me like I was the harbinger of Death! Not on this day. Those aluminum canes with 4 little feet on the bottom, wielded by a hunched over 85 year old can be deadly! I am also convinced that those tennis balls on the bottom of walkers contain some type of deadly gas, than can be hurled towards me and render me unconscious, while I lay on the ground, I would then be stomped in my private areas, by "Sensible" leather shoes, that are missing a small hole for the big toe to protrude from!
My last vision of this world, would be me looking up at Knee high stockings, varicose veins and real life "Granny" panties, before I died!
A few days later, these same crazed seniors, would be bringing, Fried Chicken to my funeral, as well as pie, and encouraging everyone to eat as much as they could.
He was such nice young man!
I know this post may seem, odd, but I will expound upon it from time to time.
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