The light changes from green to
red, and I stop. Good. My eye is caught by a sign on the right that I haven’t
noticed before. I even check the base of the sign to see if it’s been recently
installed. Unlikely.
BLIND PEDESTRIAN
So, that seems like it’s not a
coincidence. It seems like a sign.
The light turns green.
In the grocery store parking lot,
I have plenty of time to overanalyze this sign. It’s not far, so I decide to
walk over and take a look at it. I even take a picture. Evidence? I check my
watch. For what, court?
Then I realize it might make more
sense to get groceries while I’m overanalyzing.
So, what? I should have done
something about the card. That much is clear. Don’t just ignore problems.
I nod emphatically.
A woman standing beside me
suddenly cocks her head in my direction, a questioning bird beside me.
I stop
nodding, realize that I appear to be agreeing with baked beans.
“These are my favorite!” I tell
her enthusiastically, grabbing two cans of Bush’s vegetarian baked beans. She blinks widely
twice, reshuffles her feathers. I turn away quickly.
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