Do you ever get so focused on getting somewhere that you don’t really know how you’re getting there? It happened to me the other day. I realized what I needed and where I needed to go, and because I was happy to have come across this knowledge, I headed there without further delay. As I walked, I neglected to acknowledge my route, until a short while later something in me caused me take stock of my surroundings. That’s when I realized where my route had taken me. That’s when it dawned on me where I was. And that’s when I realized I was where I really didn’t want to be. I tried not to make a scene. I knew I looked out of place, but I tried to maintain my composure, and quickly and discreetly scanned my surroundings for an exit, a way out that would take me past as few people as possible. I found my escape, and made my way purposefully, trying not to look panicked. I’m sure it seemed to take longer than it did, but I was happy to finally be in familiar territory once again. Next time, I’ll be sure to pay better attention, avoiding at all costs the women’s underwear department in Wal-Mart. |
