people-watching is fun.

I thought people-watching is supposed to be fun. I’m sitting in Starbucks in Asheville, North Carolina doing some work. I’m sitting behind an older man who is reading the Wall Street Journal. He has farted audibly twice in the last 5 minutes. The wood chair is amplifying the sound; thus, making it worse. This isn’t much fun. I might have to get up and sit somewhere else soon. At least it doesn’t smell. Still pretty gross though. Ok, good. He’s leaving now.

Mom: You better be puttin’ that change in the jar and tip the man.
Son: But I wanna keep the change.
Mom: See, you’re gonna grow and not tip people. You’re gonna be like Michael Jordan, not tippin’ people. Go on and tip the man.
Son: Ahh man!