I love to look at faces. I am particularly drawn to misshapen features, wrinkles, and intensity. I like faces that elicit a reaction. Hopefully I will discover more faces like this one, so I may share them.
Sitting on the only remaining seat on the L train, covered in black leather with faded flecks of gold is her purse. You know her. She’s the one who appears oblivious to how many people are standing. She makes herself appear busy by having her thumbs do a drum solo on her iPhone. But really she is just daring you to ask her for the seat. In fact, now her leg covered by the black and cream diamonds on her dress inches over to protect her valuables. And then when her stop arrives, she pushes, and demands the standees move aside so the queen may exit.
Today my dad and I were in Home Depot and I asked for someone to help me find some things. This man looked about 65 and was wearing an orange apron like thing with cross straps on the back. As he walked to the bolts I needed to buy his legs did not bend. He was more waddling than walking and this reminded me of a penguin.