The magical eye on duty
The flash of a nearby porch light caught my attention. To be fair, in the pre-dawn wait for the bus, almost anything will do that, but when it flashed again, I went into the “scientific mindset” taught to us in a long ago high school physics class. Why did it flash? Why did it flash again?
Observation is everything, and I soon noted a correlation between cars stopping at the “stop sign” (rare occurence) and then turning right, in front of the house. No doubt, there was a magic eye on duty. Just think; a century ago, it would have qualified as magic. Fifty years ago, worth a cover story with Popular Mechanics. Now, just a distraction at the bus stop.
Waiting for the bus brings its own small moments of joy. Cheap thrills, as my college roomie used to put it.
Today, a meeting of Beauty and the Beast. On the one side, a teenage girl. Always well dressed, talkative, expressive, flamboyant. On the other, an older man with a shoulder bag, gathering rejected aluminum cans from the trash bins; supplemental income without regard for the season.
And then, Beauty left her clan, went over and addressed Beast by name, checking that all was well in his life. He affirmed to “Princess” (royalty??) that things were progressing as they should, as he headed across the compound.
And I realized that it was time to adjust my judgement system . The pigeonholes I’d used to mentally classify two people were inexact. Wrong.
Maybe I should relegate my system to its own pigeonhole.
