Sit in a public place and write about the people around you. Don’t censor yourself, just write what you see.
While I had that nasty flu, I watched too many episodes of Criminal Minds. Now, I am convinced the short Asian man with a juvenile goatee that is punching his thigh with a closed fist is going to go postal and kill the half of dozen strangers in the room. His inability to sit still without pacing every five minutes is beginning to make me restless. He overshadows the man with the shoulder-raising twitch and repetitive cough that persists with each bite of his stir-fry.