“Actors – actors Pok Deng, do you think they see those people at the benches?” questioned Al. It was raining heavily that evening.
“What?” I replied, bewildered.
“God, Pok Deng! A theater stage, there are actors acting,” Al grunted, “Do you think they see people watching?”
“They don’t, I suppose.”
“You shouldn’t be one,” said Al before sipping his tea. “Be the one who watches instead. The problem with you, Pok Deng, is that you see them but never observe.”
“I am observant,” I defended myself.
“But you never learn anything from them,” Al reprimanded. He continued, "You can't be anywhere better than at a bus station for crowd watching. Lots of weird people over there showing different characters, idiosyncrasies, awkward social interaction. One day I saw one man wearing a ring with big gemstone on his every finger..."
"Long time haven't been at bus station, mate," I said.
"You never learn," Al replied, took another sip of his tea. He seemed uninterested to tell me more about people at the bus station.