I wonder what other people are doing.
Waltzing to the Blue Danube?
Writing the next bestseller?
Walking down the street in a ravishing red dress?
Stacking bricks?
Contemplating suicide?
Waiting for the next passenger to hop on his taxi?
Sleeping and dreaming of building her dream home?
Ice skating?
Talking frantically into the phone?
Running in a park?
Drumming his fingers on the tabletop at MacDonald?s?
Eating ice cream with hot fudge and dripping it on his serviette?
Falling down the stairs?
Shaking hands with a stranger?
Eating an early dinner?
Opening the door?
Thinking the same thing as me?