I'm a people watcher. I got this from my dad who would sit and watch-sometimes visits with other male watchers-while my mother shopped.
For instance: the couple who sat in front of me at the Rockies-Tigers baseball game Saturday night. They were late to begin arriving at the start of the second inning. The lady was carrying a beer with a foot-long hot dog drenched with sauerkraut and onions. Looking at it I thought I might barf. Fortunately she consumed it rapidly and downed the beer. She left a couple of innings later and didn't come back. That was all right with me as it gave me a better view of the field. Her husband spent most of the game on his cell phone. He probably has brain cancer by now. I don't think he missed her. He had another three or four beers while calling. He didn't ever get up. I admired his bladder control as I would have been good for two trips by then. I can't understand why people would spend that much on tickets and then not enjoy the game. Those tickets were expensive-believe me.

Hi, Amanda