Attatched

Person A: White, around the ear. Inside the dominant lobe. Attached to a silver Macbook Pro. Him, a think short haired white guy. Possible Jewish. Looks intently at his screen as if his world is in front of him.

Person B: Black. Earbud, sliding past an ear gauged with a large enough hole that wood make a woodpecker jealous. Attached to a black notebook. Large. Him, a white Guy with slick back hair, maybe in his 30s, the kind that either has a motorcycle and listens to 105.3, or at least has kicked someones motorcycle after exiting a bar.

Person C: Black ear buds around a black ear. Glasses. Carlton Banks. Attached to a white mac book from a few years back Hairline is receding. Polo shirt. He is a nice guy. I know him. His intentions are good. He tries.

Person D: Large Around the ears, old school, DJ style. Black. Longer hair white guy. The 90's Ryder Strong look, but if Ryder Strong was in his late 20s and slightly losing the middle. And more blond. Blue Polo. Seems stressed. Or maybe in thought. Hand around nose. Focused. Friend in front. Doesn't seem gay, so I'm assuming friend. But you never know, 'round these parts.

Person E: Ricky Tan. Jackie Chan. Ok, stop being racist. White earbuds. Intense kung-fun stare. I though i said i was going to stop. Ya...Early 20s. Student. Maybe. Short hair, pensive. Probably plays guitar. Cool stickers attached to his Mac book air. He types fast. Too fast. Suspiciously fast. Maybe he is a robot.

slowly these people become unattached. Put their attachments in their pockets, backpacks, handbags. They get up and leave. They disappear. I will never see them again. Then again, maybe i will. Maybe i will see them in line at a store, at a show, in a bar, at a club, attached to something entirely different:

A drink

A dollar

A shopping cart

A wallet

A girl