Last night after work I stopped at the bank of mailboxes near the entrance to my housing development. Twenty minutes later I was still there trying to help a blind lady pick up her dropped keys while her dog contemplated ripping my throat out.
The human brain is very interesting. As I was calmly and patiently telling the woman, “Step to your left; now inch your right foot forward — no, your other right foot …” I was also contemplating how my obituary might read, “Dog Mauls Teacher as She Helps Blind Woman,” and at the same time ….
….wondering why I hadn’t already gotten in my car and driven away;
….wondering why I (a perfectly normal person) always find myself in sitcom situations;
….wondering if I would ever be left alone, old and helpless, to depend upon the charity of some stranger.