Hello, my name is Jessica and I am an avid people watcher.
It's true. Sometimes when I go out to run errands I get excited about what kind of things I will encounter with people in society -- whether they intend to be noticed or not. I watch people in their cars (which I do more frequently these days because my husband usually drives us places), I watch people in the store, wherever. There are times that I think back to college and if I had to do it all over again and think maybe I would have been a sociology major... or probably not. I could write a book on people, I think.
It's not that I am staring at people by any means. I have this uncanny knack to notice things. Although, one might dispute that when I cannot find my keys and they are laying in plain sight on the counter. Sheesh. My husband wonders if I pay attention in church sometimes because I notice what the children are doing or this or that. When I can then tell him details from the sermon he shakes his head and replies, "I still don't know how you do that." Such is life.
I tell you all this to set you up for my latest encounter. Public bathrooms are not my favorite place and not usually a place one sets up to people watch. Well, I didn't really watch this person but rather observed her actions from within my own little stall. If given the opportunity, I will usually wait until the bathroom is clear to do my business. A girl likes a little privacy. Anyway, I listened as the woman next to me was leaving. I noticed her fun little shoes and off she went. Wait. The door opened. She's gone. I missed something. ARGH! She didn't wash her hands!! Now, I am pretty sure she out in the store thumbing through fabrics and spreading the germs. Yuck. I may not have thought it so bad had the craft store bathroom been even slightly pristine but that was not the case.
I am not one most would consider a germaphobic-type. I could probably handle it if someone "forgot" to wash their hands at home but would obviously prefer them not to forget said step in leaving the bathroom. I mean, what do you do when you go camping and you forget the "wet-ones" among other things. Sigh.
With all that to say as I continued my shopping business I was looking for the woman's cute little shoes which would not be hard to find. It's probably a good thing that I didn't spot her. It's probably better not to have a face with the action this time. It helps me to think maybe she left the store without touching anything.