People watching at the airport.

I was recently at the airport to meet my sister when she arrived on her flight. While I was waiting, I saw a man and woman sit down on a bench together. I assumed one of them had just arrived on a flight and they had just been reunited. He kissed her. She kissed back. Then the man appeared to reach his arm around the front of the woman to hug her. Instead, his hand landed on her left breast, and he began to grope her over her shirt as they sat on a bench in the middle of the airport. I wondered if he grabbed her breast by accident while trying to hug her, and then just decided to commit to his mistake and act like groping her was actually what he meant to do. I wondered if they had previously discussed it and come to an agreement that he could touch her whenever he wanted or if it was more of an unspoken thing where he just felt entitled because they're in a relationship. Then I realized that bench was an odd place for a reunion.

I've been doing some people watching lately.

Today when I was in the bookstore, there was a middle-aged woman sitting on the floor knitting in front of the shelf with all the books about knitting. She seemed kind of hidden, in between a cart of some sort and the column she was leaning against. I wondered if she was learning how to knit by reading the books without ever having purchased one of them. I wondered what was written in pencil on the pages of the notebook that was propped open in front of her as she knitted. I wondered if the store employees knew she was there. If any customers walked into the aisle she was sitting in, she would ask if she was in their way. I eavesdropped from the other side of the bookshelf as she recommended a knitting book to another middle-aged woman and then urged her to flip to the last page to read the very last line. I wondered what that last line was. I watched as the second woman's husband came to rescue her from the middle-aged woman who was knitting on the floor.