Clocking out

In New York today for work, I was treated to the full people-watching experience. Odd outfits, loud phone conversations, snoring commuters, off-beat music and food choices — you name it.

In Grand Central Station, there was more fun to be had: the tourists, the commuters, the families, school groups, pollsters. Everyone, it seemed, was capturing each moment on a camera.

(Yes, teenage girl in the ladies room, I saw your Grand Central Station bathroom mirror selfie.)

Subject No. 1? The clock in the main concourse. Since I was meeting someone there, I had a few minutes to watch the clock-watchers.

Everyone today wanted a picture of that clock. With smiling relatives posed in front of it. Just the clock. The clock from the stairs. The clock up close. The clock from far away.

I even saw a couple debate — for several minutes — the choice to kneel while shooting the clock or stand up tall to frame the picture. I didn’t get to see which option they went with.

The peer pressure was intense.

Naturally I had to snap my own photo of the clock.

And then I saw this fellow, taking a load off during a media stunt.

Only in New York.