you keep saying that.

"Look, this is his ex-girlfriend's profile pictures. I can't see all of them. She may have blocked me. The only time I met her, she wouldn't shake my hand because she said it was weird. But seriously, she has changed her profile picture at least three times since I looked a couple weeks ago. Who takes pictures like this of themselves? I mean, who is taking these pictures of her, for her? Don't you think it is kind of trampy to change your profile picture so often? He told me she was a tomboy, but these pictures tell me she is trying to pick up guys at bars."

I am puzzled as to what she does in her free time. I am puzzled as to where her free time comes from, in between working this job, and the other job for the trucking company, and her demanding family time.

I wonder what the free time looks like for her. What PG rated things do she and the boyfriend do? How many sentences, out of all the sentences they say to each other, are about the ex-girlfriend? How many sentences are about their future? Do they ever doubt their plans, and if they do, is it because they think they'll get in a car crash, or is it about the ex-girlfriend, or is it because they have been bad at commitment so far?

I think a lot about other people's free time. This mainly started with Renee, when I spent 35 hours a week with her, and she wouldn't tell me any truth about her personal life.

When people walk in the door, I wonder how they got to a point in their day that put them in front of me, and I try to gauge whether they want me to be part of their day, or if I am just a machine that spits out a cup of a coffee.
Am I harbor or a bank. Are you a sailor or a pirate.

Does this person stand in front of the mirror and worry about their hair loss? Does she sit at the edge of her bed and sigh in the morning, or does she just get right up and go to the bathroom. Does he get nervous to say his coffee order, and that's why he's kind of a jerk?
What do they do in the in-between moments?

I try to make these questions mean that I see the other people as people.
But I forget sometimes,
and the people are just numbers. Especially if they keep their sunglasses on.