I am a people-watcher and as such, I have learned something interesting about us as people! I see it over and over again. That being when we do something that is a bit goofy and then make the discovery that we have been doing something goofy, the first thing we do is look up and check to see if anyone saw what we just did! It is always funny when eye-contact is established between the one doing the goofy thing and the one who was observing it and saw the moment of recognition as it occurred.
Each time I observe that sort of thing, or catch myself from falling into that snake pit, I’m reminded of what was perhaps my worse experience with this thing. I had been having some trouble seeing, so I had gone in for an eye exam and was given a Rx for bifocals. I selected the frames and was told that my new glasses would arrive in about a week and they would call me and schedule an appointment for my fitting. Good to their word, it all happened as promised. I will forever remember that day I got that first pair of seeing-eye glasses. During my fitting, I casually looked in the mirror and thought the new glasses really made me look like a pretty smart guy . . . and I liked that. As I left the TSO office in Portland, which is located in a strip center, and headed to my car, I thought I ought to put my new glasses on and look like a bright fellow. As I walked along I turned to casually look at my reflection in the plate glass window of a neighboring office. As I looked at my reflection, I was immediately shocked and embarrassed . . . I had not realized that I was doing it, but because of the bifocals and the split vision between the eye pieces, I had suddenly become a high-stepping dude. Just as I made that startling discovery in the reflection of that glass, I noticed a very pretty young woman at a desk in that office . . . she was sitting there openly chuckling over how goofy I had looked. I was embarrassed as I made eye contact with her.
This morning I was quite busy, multi-tasking and had the proverbial “many irons in the fire” going on. In the midst of all that . . . with phones ringing, people coming in and out, I needed to print a check from my laptop. I entered all of the info into QuickBooks and clicked on “print.” Nothing happened. I deleted it and reentered it all again clicked on “print.” Again, nothing happened. Grrr, I did not have time for this nonsense. I picked up the phone to call Courtney at Cimarron Bend to ask her to come over and figure out the problem. As the phone rang, I put it on speaker and began to do another task. I looked down and saw the printer cord lying by the counter . . . and busted out laughing! I immediately terminated the call!!
Whew . . . good grief . . . Courtney would have told that tale on me for years and years! The truth is that I just might never live it down . . . with all of the young techies I have to put up with. In all honesty, they really don’t need any more ammo on me.