Today, I caught myself people watching. Something I tend to do frequently as I am of a very curious nature. I know what you’re thinking, but no it’s not the creepy, stalker, make people paranoid observation, but more like noticing habits or trends. For example, at the grocery store I noticed how some people automatically picked up the items on sale while others meticulously compared the brands. Then there were the individuals that took the time to thoroughly read the labels of several different brands before making a selection. Let’s not forget the few that stood with a hand on their cheek and eyebrows raised for the longest amount of time before finally choosing an item; nothing in particular influencing them besides their indecisiveness. Could be they were shopping on an empty stomach.
There were people with their detailed shopping lists zipping through the aisles as if they’d won a shopping spree; always knowing exactly what and where their items were located. A few dedicated coupon users with their folders full of deals meticulously digging to find the best offer. The people who stopped in for just a couple of items and ended up juggling an arm load because they just couldn’t resist picking up something else while en route.
And let’s not forget the really annoying shoppers who tend to block the entire aisle and cause traffic jams, shoppers with a cart full of items that insist checking out in the ten items or less line, the disagreeable shopper that will hold up an entire line to argue over a price difference of less than 50 cents, or the very vocal cell phone shopper that you learned who they just broke up with, who they wanted to date next, that their friend was having a party and the ensemble they would wear to this momentous event. Basically, you learn most of their life story in the fifteen minutes you were behind them (even though you didn’t want to).
I was most intrigued by the fact that I couldn’t label the shoppers. Regardless of their age, gender, or race, it was always a surprise to see who pulled out the shopping list or who dug out their coupons. Just when you thought the little old lady with the curlers in her hair would hold up the line, it in fact turned out to be the teenage girl purchasing nail polish. My point in this observation is that it reinforces the age-old adage ‘Never judge a book by its cover’.