Hobby

       At the bus stop, the person in front of me stood patiently waiting. He started with standing still, facing north, but the bus had been late for 10 minutes. He then put out his phone to kill time. You have no idea how phone becomes such a weapon against boredom for decades. The girl in front of him got a phone call in the middle of waiting. She was basically complaining about her boring first week of college to the other side of the phone. I didn't remember I experienced any of her experiences when I went to college, but her mimic of her classmates put a smile on my face. There were two close friends behind me. I knew they were close friends because of the way they talked about an afternoon runner's dog. "Aww, I like that kind of dog, but he walks funny." "He is like, 'I am not running, I am not walking.'"  Sudden giggles of them terminated my interests in listening to their unkind conversations.
       This is one of my hobbies, standing in the middle of the crowd and observing.