I stopped in a coffee shop today. It is somewhat rare for me to alone in an environment like that..but I welcomed the time to just sit by myself with a nice cup of coffee and a scone. I had my sketchbook with me and my "Elegant Writer" pen (you have to get one of these!) I admired a stylized sign that hung over a store..the sign had something to do with shoes. I was beginning my 2nd sketch, a big potted plant and a chair when I felt eyes on me. Isn't it funny that we can feel a person looking at us? I just wanted to sketch and be solitary...but the man stared holes through me. I was stubborn, not even glancing his way. After a while he even went so far as to stand in front of the pot I was drawing! Oooookay, a quick glance verified I don't know him...so I started writing in longhand to appear deep in thought. Dude, can't you see I am now "journaling" or composing poetry?..buzz off!
I wish I had a punch line to all this, something along the lines of "and then suddenly I realized it was so n so who I've met many times before..haha, isn't that funny?!" but I reached no such conclusion. If I would have had the nerve I would have said "take a picture, it will last longer!" Alright, done venting.