Hold all my calls I'm having lunch.

If you read my last post, you’ll know I’m kind of a people watcher, especially when visiting the local mall. The last two weekends I’ve visited the mall food court, a man, probably in his mid-fifties, is sitting at the same table he sat at previously. The reason is obvious when you watch him. The table is located right beside a large cement pillar with an electrical outlet installed. His laptop is connected to the outlet with his charging unit.

The gentleman appears to have set up a mobile office when you see what sits on the table. He has a laptop, a large pile of paperwork, a bottled drink and an article of clothing resting on it.  A large carrying bag for his computer sits beside him on a chair. He hunches over and is continually writing in his notes while only occasionally looking up.

While continuing to write with head remaining close to the table, he notices a woman sitting down at the smaller table located very close right behind him. A serious look of concern overtakes his face when he looks down at the floor and realizes the woman has set her rolling suitcase bag right on top of the wire connecting his laptop to the outlet. He stares at it for a moment, surely contemplating about saying something to the woman. He raises his head slowly but does not turn to look at her. Instead, he continues writing his notes with some relief that the situation is not critical.

I would have liked to see how it turned out, whether the woman or man left their table first and if there was a confrontation. However, I couldn’t stay as I had some business of my own to contend with.