I like to watch people, all kinds of people, especially when I’m in an “appointment waiting” mode. I like a little craziness thrown in for fun but if it isn’t there my fertile mind will make it up. Mostly I like to watch how people react.
Last week I had to get blood work (routine, no worries) at our local lab. It’s a small outlet for a big chain. I prefer to go there even though there is a closer one because it’s not as busy (and we all know I have no patience!).
You can make an on-line appointment which I do especially when it’s a fasting test. No one is crankier than me before my coffee. No one!
My typical trip is early morning, definitely before 9. I am the youngest one there. The place is cluttered with canes, walkers, wheelchairs and an occasional young person waiting for an employment drug test. Some of the folks have a “companion” whose job is to help them navigate the elevator, doors and the “window” where you need to show all your cards.
Mondays are not good days. The later in the week the better. Maybe older people prefer to start their fast on Sunday night after a huge dinner, a sports game du jour and 60 Minutes.
My doc’s office says there are more people sick on Fridays. Monday is the first day they can get the testing done.
Last week was different. There were less people and I was the oldest one. (Was there a message there? Could I really be the oldest? Did all those others die?)
There were two youngish women, very healthy looking. Both were trapped in their cell phones when I walked in. Seriously trapped. I think I saw medical sutures attaching it to their bodies. As I watched they are very different from older people.
The old ones are chatters. They say good morning and within 20 seconds are well into a conversation with someone they never met (all this before coffee).
They work on connection. It’s like a game of “6 degrees of separation.” The premise is that everyone is connected within 6 or fewer steps. They try to figure out who they know that might possibly know the other person…or the third cousin once removed of the other person. They don’t give up until they find it. It’s there. Small town, sorta.
The young’uns, not so much. The two women did not acknowledge my entrance or each other. Their head did not look up nor did it appear that they heard the door open.
They continued working thumbs until one was called. I was called next and the other woman did not register disappointment. I knew she didn’t have an appointment because I signed in after her but still, I would have glanced up and tried to figure out how long it would take.
They weren’t interested in anything but their phone.
People watching may completely die out. They will need to teach it in schools. Right after they teach simulating warmth and caring.