Private Spaces

Commuting out of the city every day has given me a new insight on human nature. You'd think I'd have grown bored of human nature - you'd be wrong. People never fail to fascinate me.

A car is a private space, an extention of one's home if you will. And people treat their cars like they do any other private space, even though it's got 5 windows and half the city's population trying to get to work.

While waiting for lights I have seen:
  • a guy have a really good dig around his nose, and give the results a thorough inspection before consuming.
  • a woman apply full make-up
  • another woman squeeze her spots
  • a couple argue, with lots of hand flinging..
  • a mad woman sing on the top of her lungs to Bohemian Rhapsody...

Oh yeah, that was me.

Comments

  1. Is this the real life?
    Is this just fantasy?
    Caught in a landslide
    No escape from reality

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  2. Open your eyes
    Look up to the skies and see-

    oh dear was that a pigeon!

    Thats the sort of luck we have Roses ! hehe
    xxx

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  3. rog ~ pretty much hit the nail on the head

    B*E*G ~ my mum always said bird poo was a sign of luck from the Gods...

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  4. Did you and Rog see Wayne's World?
    I listen to Rock fm and do steering wheel drums.

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  5. kaz ~ you mean there are some people who haven't seen it?

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  6. Why do blokes think that no one is going to notice their bogey harvesting? Dis-gust-ing.


    With you on the Bo Rhap, though.

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