Ah, Union Station. Every morning before my Denver walks I'd pop by here and grab a coffee from Pigtrain, and sit for a few minutes to people watch. As it was Christmas time there were loads of people bustling about, queueing to sit on Santa's knee, and generally making me very pleased that I don't have children. Those things seem like a lot of hard work. Phew.
This train station/restaurant/bookstore/hotel/bar has been renovated to a lovely standard, and was a great place to sit and relax (and mooch off the free wi-fi, if I'm totally honest). Though I didn't sample the burgers or brats from Acme, I've heard they are delicious, and they certainly smelled so.
I preferred to sit on the old wooden train seats and eavesdrop/creep on people. I heard dads yelling at kids, women discussing their coworkers, a couple having a domestic, and lots of people talking about Facebook. Funnily enough, when you travel alone and are alone, you rely on other people for company (even if it is in the form of eavesdropping), and more often than not, lately when I listen people are discussing how many likes they got, or what someone has posted on Facebook. I won't get up on my soapbox here, as anyone who knows me knows that I'm pretty meh about social media (apart from Instagram- but that's a bit like visual eavesdropping, so I continue my love/hate relationship with it), but it saddened me that people had met face-to-face, yet were discussing screen-based interactions and not much else. I suppose that's the way things are going though, aren't they? I'll stick to my eavesdropping in the physical presence rather than scrolling maniacally through people's Facebook pages, thankyouverymuch. Somehow it seems less creepy. But is still probably pretty creepy? Eye dart. Ha!