I was at the grocery store tonight buying groceries, funnily enough. There was a cute girl in line at the checkout next to the one I was in — typically Japanese, meaning small, cute and wearing next to nothing. The only reason I even noticed her was because she was small, cute and wearing next to nothing. 
But that’s not the point. This usually happens every day, multiple times a day. What makes me want to write a blog post about this particular event is what happened after she was finished at the cashier…
She got through her checkout just moments before I got through mine. Here they give you the shopping basket and a bag so you can lug it over to another spot to bag it yourself. I did just that. It was here that I noticed that same girl, walking away. Again, nothing out of the ordinary… until…
As I finished bagging the milk and cookies and headed towards the exit, I couldn’t help but notice the old man who was busy beside me. He had his phone up to the side of his head and seemed to be waiting for a call to connect… I guess he never expected someone (ie. me) to look at his phone’s screen — there was no call being made… all that was on his screen was that same girl, walking away. The dirty old man was snapping pics of the girl as she left.
I chuckled.