I’m not observant in the least bit. I will glance at things, and my mind will see something completely different. If it’s not directly in front of me, I probably won’t notice it; even then it’s unlikely that I’ll notice it.
This is a conversation between my friend and I as we are driving down a road that I drive on a somewhat consistent basis.
Me: I really want to try Spanish Ribs.
Me: Spanish Ribs. I don’t know what they are, maybe extra spicy ribs, but it sounds interesting.
Friend: Why are you even saying this? Where did that even come from?
Me: That restaurant back there! “Spanish Ribs”
Friend: There isn’t a restaurant called Spanish Ribs.
Me: Um, yes there is. It’s in that little shopping center across from the nail place.
Friend: Turn around. It’s not Spanish Ribs, you idiot.
So I turn around and I realize that all this time what I thought was “Spanish Ribs” is actually:
You can see how I would think that would say “Spanish Ribs,” right?
Now that I know it says “Steve’s Rib”, I’m not that interested in trying it. I’m so fickle.
I have been slacking with running lately, and I’m going to try to get a run in today before work. We will see how that goes.
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