Watch what happens when you put your electronic devices down
PEOPLE-watching is fast becoming a forgotten form of entertainment.
I spent hours sitting in airports this week and I started off doing what everyone else was doing - head down, tapping away on my (insert electronic device name here).
I trolled Facebook and discovered my birthday was on the same day as Missing Sock Memorial Day, so I sat there lamenting my bag of solo socks at home, who may never find their partners again.
I played Candy Crush until my lives ran out.
I looked at weather maps suggesting a possible cyclone where my next flight was headed, and regretted packing bikinis and no gumboots.
But after a while I had to sit upright and look around.
Looking around, there was a sea of faces all still staring at the glowing screens, so I watched the people walking past.
That's when I remembered the fun I had people watching.
It's not just watching that is the fun part.
It's the imagining their stories I enjoy the most.
Like the guy in a white uniform sporting a giant handle bar moustache.
What was his story?
A circus ringleader? A theme park performer?
There was a lady in a long, fluorescent skirt and a real-looking fur stole around her neck.
Considering it was over 30-degree temps outside, it was a curious choice of attire.
Was she an actress? A model? A Russian spy? A bit crazy?
Then there was a girl carrying three pillows.
I wasn't wondering about her story.
I was hoping I was sitting next to her on our red-eye flight.
At the same time I was hoping I wasn't sitting next to the guy who made four trips to the vending machine, inhaling a combination of chips and chocolate.
If we have a bumpy flight he might be in for a colourful landing.
Then there was the lady yelling when she discovered her flight she was running late for was at a gate she had already run past.
I'm pretty sure I learned a few swear words in some foreign language.
Maybe she was the Russian spy?
As for people watching me, they are probably wondering why that strange woman was staring at people, giggling away to herself, then tapping away on her keyboard.
She must be crazy.