A place to share your observations about those zany creatures perched atop the planet Earth's food chain.
Got a visit at the front counter from a guy I affectionately refer to as "F. Scott Fitzgerald". Whereas most citizens would be content to pound on the counter and say something like "My neighbor at 1234 Main Street is a complete slob. There's garbage all over his porch and he's had two inoperable cars in his drive that he's been 'working on' for over a year now. He's bringing down everyone's property values. What's the city doing about this loser?....."
But that wouldn't be good enough for ol' F. Scott. No, he'd much rather thoughtfully take note of the time and say something incredibly pretentious like "A curious sense of trepidation descended upon me when I awoke this morning. From where this impulse emerged I cannot honestly say, but the spirit of inquiry spoke with some urgency and drew me inexplicably towards my bedroom window. My hands anxiously cast aside the curtains, and there before me lay sight of the domicile identified by many as 1234 Main Street. Unlike many of the residences in my fair neighborhood, this particular dwelling possesses a somewhat unique and remarkable appearance. Remarkable owing to its' Chinese character. Do not misunderstand me when I say Chinese and infer that the residence in question has a Chinese architectural theme; no such charming pagoda roof stands there. Rather, the evidence of past consumption of Chinese cuisine lies conspicuously on the front porch. I believe some call the 'evidence' I referred to as 'carry-out cartons'. Numerous specimens of these 'carry-out' cartons sit perched atop the porch swing proudly proclaiming their owner's gustatory affinities for all who have eyes to see. Next, I feel compelled to speak of that which is both blessing and bane to modern man: the automobile....."
I don't know whether to be outraged that the Fokker has to take up so much of my time, or relieved that instead of the usual citizen's angry rant, a resident can instead placidly regale me with droll tales of property maintenance code violations.
Go ahead and share any interesting or unusual sightings of hu-mans you've recently observed.