Stalking

Two or three times a month, during my commute to work, I see an older man walking his dog with a red leash in one hand and a newspaper in the other. I started recognizing this guy on Orange Grove around a year ago. Sometimes, the man is gone and a woman about his age, walks the same dog with the same red leash. I assume this is his wife.

I feel so aquianted with this couple. Their routine makes me feel as though I know them intimately. Whenever I see them, I smile and think, "It's going to be an orderly day." Their consistancy puts me at ease.

I suppose one day I should stop the car and say "hello." But that's just too weird! How eerie that a stranger, whose presence they've never noticed driving by in a ratty blue Honda, has been noticing them for months? Doesn't it make you wonder if anyone is noticing you?