Some will tell you coffee, others will tell you having a bottle to pee in because something always happens while you are off taking a leak — and it’s true, but those things can be managed.
Without patience and a keen eye, you are just sitting on your arse ticking off the hours.
Allowing yourself to get bored is fatal. So, being in the moment keeps you sharp and wide awake.
Take the magpie drinking from the leaking tap as an example.
I see him most days around lunch time — the hottest part of the day. He lets the water fall from the sky and trickle down his throat. Birds can’t swallow like we can. I read that somewhere. It’s why they tilt their heads back after they dip their beak. This bloke has it covered — straight down his throat.
I’m a low-level operative in a big agency, and it suits me just fine. They don’t give me a lot of responsibility, and that’s fine too. I get lots of jobs like this one, “Keep an eye on Joe Blow’s apartment. Don’t follow him if he goes out just record the time and the time he comes back.”
The client must be well healed. One bloke to record the comings and goings and another to follow him to and fro.
I vary my vantage point.
Sometimes in my car and other times, I sit in the cafe with the red and white table cloths.
The magpie is starting to get used to me.
I give him some of my sandwich.
He doesn’t like tomato.
The cafe owner is distant but friendly, and as long as I order a coffee every hour or two, he doesn’t bother me. He thinks I’m one of those people who write in cafes and that suits me.
I had ambition once.
Then a small boy fell off a fence, and my heart sank with him. No one said it was my fault because no one knew he was helping me. All little boys can climb, right?
I went to the gravesite. There was so much grief and so many people that no one asked me why I was there.
If I sit on my arse and chronicle the comings and goings, nobody gets hurt.
For a while, I thought the magpie was keeping the leaky tap all to himself, but yesterday he turned up with a female. It was hard to tell if she was impressed with his prized secret.
Women are hard to understand — with or without feathers.