They Won’t Stay In My Head
It has been confirmed beyond a doubt that I am a visual learner. The news was on TV as I was preparing dinner last night and I could hear the anchor reporting on the day’s events, but I wasn’t actually watching the broadcast.
What he said: 17 miners were trapped in an elevator shaft in a rural New York salt mine.
What I heard: 17 minors were trapped in an elevator shaft in a rural New York salt mine.
What my head said: Why in the world were those kids in a mine shaft? Where were their parents? How old were these minors? Was it a field trip, maybe? This rosemary smells so good.
What you’re thinking: I can’t believe Jenster is admitting this in public. She could have kept it to herself and no one would be the wiser.
You’re right. I shouldn’t have said anything.
It’s not like the time at work when a coworker said “Crisis averted!” and what I heard was, “Chris is perverted!” I asked who Chris was and what had he done to be considered perverted. There was no getting around that one as the entire office heard my questions.
But the minor/miner thing was in my head. I didn’t have to tell.
I mean, I can keep these things to myself. I didn’t tell you how I kept waving my hand under the paper towel dispenser at the restaurant today, completely frustrated that the sensor wasn’t sensing. I mean, come on. It only has one job. But then I realized there was no sensor and all I had to do was pull the paper towel out.
I just told you that, too.
Uh, I think you were “waving” your hand under the dryer, not “waiving”, though given the fact that there was no sensor, maybe you were waiving your right to dry your hands by air 🙂
Argh!! Rookie mistake!! This is what happens when I: a) try to type and cook dinner at the same time; and b) post without proofing first. Maybe I should make you my editor! (I’m off to fix it now.)