People watching is a fascinating pastime and in France most of us enjoy just sitting in a café watching the world go by and observing the antics of passers-by but you don't have to be in a café. For years I have watched numerous shoppers fill their trolleys to the brim then at the checkout they put it all on the counter. Ok you are thinking, don't we all do that? Correct, but I for one then put all my shopping in the bags that I have brought with me, pay for my goods and lift the bags into my car. However there are people who, as their things pass through checkout, put them, not into bags, but loose back in the trolley. Fascinated I have followed them to their cars (stalking) where they then empty the trolley either into bags in their car or more bizarrely, straight into the trunk without bagging them at all. I am not really a stalker so I haven't actually followed them home to see how long it takes to empty a trunk full of loose shopping and carry it into their house.
Last evening in my quiet apartment building a man put his arm through the window of the apartment across the courtyard. It was only 7pm so I am not sure what his motive was but bleeding profusely he reached in through the window and grabbed a scarf inside. He then tried to wrap it round his arm. We neighbours, alerted by the kafuffle, stood in the courtyard watching him while Francine called the police. The man took off before they arrived of course so three officers stood around looking at the large amount of blood on the shutters and the ground and asking people what they had seen. Frustrated Francine's teenage granddaughter took an officer by the arm and pointed out the trail of blood that led from the courtyard and up the street. 'Why aren't you following it?' she asked desperately, 'this will lead you to him.' The policeman looked up the street and said 'this isn't a movie.' The teenager stomped off, followed by her little sister who turned around and called out, 'I like the policemen in the films better than you.'
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