In a Blur

Yes, I can “see,” I wear contacts, but clearly this morning I was in a blur. I left my house, walking across the parking lot to cross the road, when I take a quick scan of myself and am stunned into laughter. Could it really be possible that I was walking outside in public like this?! Under what circumstances, or how far would I have had to go, before I
would choose to continue my errand rather than give everything up to
turn around back home to change? I’m usually so conscientious of myself
and my surroundings that nothing like this ever happens to me. When it does, I feel somewhat inspired. It’s as though I’ve transcended the trappings of my body…

I’m not far from home at all, so I do turn around and change before heading out again. I drop the videos off at Blockbuster before heading to the coffeehouse to read. I order a latte and in the middle of ordering I discover I don’t have my wallet! (This of course happens all the time to a tweety bird I know, so perhaps it’s not so unusual.) I panic! How do I produce money out of thin air? Do I ask another customer for some change? At this point I couldn’t possibly go home and return again–especially not when I haven’t had any caffiene to drink–and to my luck the solution is near at hand. I turn around and the Comics Reading Group is in session, and yes, you guessed it, one of the members came to my rescue.