My husband swears he's told me things that I've no recollection of hearing. The excuse is usually I had my nose buried in a book, or my kindle, or glued to the computer screen. It's a good excuse. And if it's something that matters, my husband will tell me again.
He told me about the woman who walked into a fountain while texting... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGpVpsaItpU&feature=related
...and today a friend told me of a young man who walked into busy traffic...
Suppose that fountain was a busy intersection; suppose those cars couldn't stop.
When I'm buried in a book or my kindle or glued to the computer I miss lots of things, but at least I'm not moving around in the real world at the same time, and at least my inattentiveness won't end up burying me.
I guess I ended up writing rather a sad 50-word story today: http://sheiladeethdrabbles.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-dribbles-29.html. Warn your kids, your family, your friends, and remember the real world really hurts.