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In a recent blog post friend Chan questioned
whether imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I had to admit that I most likely would not
notice if someone imitated me because I am pretty much oblivious to what goes
on around me. It has become the family
joke, to the point that when I go out with a couple of my friends DH asks them
to “keep an eye on me.”
I was put on this earth to notice
minute details. You only have to look at
the profession I chose (accounting) to realize that with me the important thing
is the details. Example: if I went into
a setting with friends I would be busy looking at an antique crystal chandelier
while they would be noticing the masked man in the room about to rob every one of
their possessions.
I enjoy a monthly jaunt with two lady
friends that usually consists of an unusual event like a murder mystery dinner,
an antique-hunting trip to a tiny Texas town, or a séance in the creepy studio
of a spooky mystic—to name a few. We
call it “girls’ night out” and it’s so much fun that other friends never fail
to ask what our latest expedition has been.
On one particular evening we found
ourselves alone in an old theater. Being
the first to arrive, my friends picked a spot to sit while I started checking
out the historic wallpaper and candelabra.
Right away I was grabbed from behind
by one of my companions and she whispered in my ear, “We! Are! Leaving!” It was then that I noticed the other lady in
our threesome had her gun in her hand.
She is the GRIT (girl raised in Texas) member of our group, who never
leaves home without her gun (bless her heart).
Shortly after noticing the gun, I noticed that three men had followed us
into the building. It was us and the
men, and they were headed straight for us.
GRIT held up her gun for them to see and they reversed their path and
left through a side door. We took that
as our signal to go back to GRIT’s house and kill a bottle of wine (before SHE
killed someone). I did spend some time
that evening telling them about the wallpaper and candelabra, which they had not noticed.
My point is that I believe there are
two types of people in the world, those who notice their surroundings and are
watchers for those of us who only notice small, trivial details. It takes both types to keep the world in
check. Which type are you?
To the watchers, I thank you on
behalf of the “out to lunch” crowd. Please
know that we are trying!!
Macy’s friend is watching for her….
4 comments:
GASP!!!!
Thank goodness for your GRITS friend and her "little friend".
I can be either person. It all depends on where my head is in that moment. When I'm tired, I notice NOTHING. I wouldn't have seen the wallpaper or the stalkers. I would however, have been able to tell you that GRITS's gun sparkled in the light from the chandelier, and that the other friend's eyes were like Blue Willow saucers whilst she towed me to the door...
Okay. I'm a detail girl too.
Detail all the way. My sister is always surprised that I recognize places in Denver we visited years before by the details and the "look" of the street. I do not however, remember how we got there only that we were there and where to turn for the quilt shop in an obscure strip mall. Oh yeah, it's all in the details.
WOw What a story... she saved your lives perhaps!!!
I always look for the EXIT signs in a room. I notice so many things that my mind gets tired on vacation when everything is new to me. I am very visual I always say. Maybe I should focus on the little things....
This is why Tom feels an armed america would be a safer america. Instead good people have to jump through hoops to get guns and bad people have them handed to them.
I too was once in a similar gun wielding experience 35 years ago this month, it didn't have the greatest outcome but I was one of the lucky ones who survived. some day I will have to blog my story
Glad you are safe and that others watch out for you!!!
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