15 October 2012
She had on a pair of sunglasses and golden brown hair with those waves every girl wants to have. In one hand she held the phone on which she was talking, the other carried two shopping bags that were more like accessories.
Her steps were long and purposeful, like she was on a mission and nothing would slow her down. Undoubtedly she had lived there in the city her whole life, where she learned to walk the way only city people can.
I was sitting, eating a bagel and sipping some coffee, just gazing out the big window that covered the entire front of the tiny hotel we were staying in for the weekend. I saw her walk by and thought nothing of it, at first.
Then I saw something that was perhaps one of the most intriguingly human interactions I had ever seen. The young lady was walking past the hotel when a police car drove past her in the opposite direction. The cop in the drivers seat was a young man that couldn't have been over 25, and the same was true for the cop in the passenger seat. Right in front of the window if the hotel, the path of the woman and the path of the cop car crossed, myself being right in the middle, viewing as it unfolded.
The two men simultaneously looked back over their shoulders at this beautiful woman, who was so enthralled in her conversation that she didn't even realize she was being checked out.
The moment was priceless: the girl just kept walking on as if nothing had happened, eventually the childish smiles and jolly faces of the police men turned back to their usual complacency, and I just sat there and laughed. Was it really that funny? Probably not. But it was for sure purely human, naturally hilarious, and spectacularly rare.
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