As always, my travels are never without drama, intrigue and most importantly, shopping.
Spending my money on shiny, new things takes me to a happy place. Sue me :p
I met a beautiful, tall, very talented MAC sales lady. As she managed to make me part with my hard earned money in return for make up and false eyelashes, while deftly complimenting my eyes and skin. She rained compliments on my gullible credit card, telling me that I have beautiful dark eyes (which I do), and gorgeous skin ( which I do not). I appreciate a good sales person. She made me feel at ease, complimented me, and helped me with my purchases.
More interesting was that she was clearly a ‘people-person’ That odd blend of person who finds other humans infinitely interesting. She wanted to know where I was from (Kenya), and then made a clear distinction by asking me where I lived (UK) She wanted to know my age (26, same as her), and how long I was going on holiday for.
Airports are my kind of place. Because I would so enjoy asking those kind of questions.
I, like my beautiful saleslady, enjoy peeling the layer of social niceties, that hide the person beneath.
Where is that man with the briefcase rushing to?
Does that harrowed looking woman own her own business?
What is that elderly lady smiling at so smugly?
Where is that group of middle aged women going?
That odd looking couple – are they married?
I love solving people-puzzles. Looking around and putting two plus two plus three.
And there is no better place to observe people than an Airport. Or perhaps a Coffee Shop. Better still, and Airport Coffee Shop 🙂
9 out of 10 I am probably wrong.
Mainly because I am also of the class of people we would most likely call ‘socially inept’
I wonder if this is behind my fascination with people.
In any case.
I sit here on this Kenya Airways flight and all I can think of is how I can’t wait to get home.
- UK to Kenya (justjhoom.wordpress.com)