Automatic Reflex
August 3rd, 2011 . by CarySo I was standing near the front counter at work, some customers were milling about, and I heard from my right side, just out of my peripheral vision, those immortal words: “Hey, watch this!”
I was three steps into a full sprint to my left, away from the voice, when I realized the four year old boy who had uttered the phrase probably wasn’t going to commit any fatal actions.
I busily pretended I had to fix something on the puzzle rack …
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That’s funny! (and it probably says quite a bit about those whom with you associate)
Well, those I used to associate with. Several of them have shed this mortal coil: some through no fault of their own, enough by way of that phrase to make it meaningful.
The rest of us have learned to either not mix alcohol with ANYthing, or have matured to the point where we don’t need to prove anything to one another.
I grew up in Manhattan and that mentality has followed me all of my life. I can’t shake it and, given the state of the world, I don’t want to shake it. I like staying alive.
I like staying alive also. I think that’s why those deeply-ingrained traits are still active.
You know, the ones that make you jump up ready for action when you hear the cry of a loved one, or cause you to bolt in defense when somebody says “Hey, watch this!”
Funy how we cover up our initial reactions. When my dog does it, its funny. I wonder whether its funny when they see us do it.
“Whuuups! Uh, I meant to do that …”