There are times that I can\’t help staring.
At the airport, to entertain myself, I started watching this guy who was manning the Hudson Newstand at the airport. He walked back and forth, obviously bored with his job. Reading magazines, reading the labels at pay phones nearby. I watched and I think he finally caught on that I was staring.
At that point, I should have gone up and talked to him. He had this kind of easygoing look with him. Baggy jeans and white shoes. Asian wannabe. He looked Mexican but I wasn\’t sure. Whenever his fellow coworkers passed by, he always smiled and gave a gentle hi.
So for the next 2 hours until my flight, I just stared.
As I was boarding, he took a seat and watched me from the distance. I returned the gaze once and went inside the walkway to the plane.