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There's a woman on the bus who reads romance novels during her ride downtown.
That's fine. I'm not judging her.
But I assume she is on her way to work. And it just seems like going from the world of her books to real life could be an uncomfortably jarring change.
Reading one of those at bedtime, that I could see. But to be immersed in the story of a beautiful, headstrong lass one moment and then walk right into “You're late — I need you to redo that inventory report”…well, that seems like an invitation to experience emotional whiplash.
But maybe that woman puts her book aside but keeps thinking about the story. And when her boss is giving her a bad time about some minor matter, maybe she's nodding but actually thinking about a handsome outcast who simply needed the love of a special woman to be the man he yearned to be.
On my way home from work this afternoon a ladybug landed on my bike and went for a ride.
I was not going fast. This was on an uphill stretch. Still, I wondered if this little guy was soon going to be far from home. Could he find his way back? Would it matter to him?
I decided against gently flicking him off the brake cable near my handlebar. And trying to lean over and blow on him while we were in motion didn't seem like a good prospect for either of us.
So along we went. I thought about a scene in a Warner Brothers Looney Tunes cartoon. You know the ones directed by Spokane-born Chuck Jones. A voice over a loudspeaker can be heard saying “Train leaving on track 5 for Anaheim, Azusa and Cuc..amonga.”
(I had to look up the exact wording after I got home.)
Anyway, it wasn't hard to determine that “bike leaving for Twenty-second, Twenty-third and Twen…ty-fourth” didn't have quite the same ring.
And then he flew away. Just like that.
Maybe he surprised his buddies by arriving early for some buggy gathering. “Oh, I caught the 3:30 Express.”
I didn't even get a chance to ask him if he needed a transfer.