Some people ask me what I mean by this tag-line. So, I thought I’d give an example because a couple of things have happened over the past few weeks that really illustrate this point.
The first happened a couple weeks ago. It weirded me out so much I almost posted something about it here to see if any of you guys knew what it meant.
It was morning and I went down to the garage, which is shared by all the people living in this multi-unit condo that was once the home of Philip K. Dick, and got into my Explorer so I could drive to work. I put on my seat-belt and looked up.
There was something on the windshield, right in the middle of the car.
Erg. I took of the seat-belt and got out of the car. To my surprise, what was sitting there was not a brochure, as I had initially thought, but a crab shell and a half-eaten banana.
Yes, you read that right. Propped carefully on my windshield in the centerline of the vehicle was the empty shell of a crab (I think it was a rock crab, but I’m not sure) and a banana skin with half a banana in it.
So, what was my first thought (after, “eeewwww”)? Witchcraft.
My first thought was that someone was putting a spell on our vehicle or us.
I used the banana to toss the crab shell off the hood and went to work.
When I got home that night, my husband helped me clean up the gew the crab left on the wind shield and the bits of crab shell that littered the garage.
That’s when I noticed that the crab shell was once filled with some kind of curry and that their was some curry spilled about where the front door to the car was.
Now I think that some lazy bum dropped their crab and half eaten banana on the floor by the truck and didn’t pick it up. Then someone else came along, thought the lazy bum who left the mess was the person who drove the Explorer the mess was sitting by and put it on our hood as lesson to clean up after ourselves.
At least the latter story is less creepy. But only a person who sees the world through genre-coloured glasses would jump to an explanation of witchcraft first.
The second thing is my dog’s morning Omega-3 Fatty Acid supplement. She doesn’t like taking it so I got these cook pill pockets for dogs.
I put the pill in the pocket and make sure it is covered by this brown, beefing substance. She snarfs it up quick.
But now the pill looks to me like the pill that Miracle Max gave Wesley when he was mostly dead in The Princess Bride (which just happens to be my favorite movie of all time). Just another example.
Well, I hope this shed some light on the subject. Please, feel free to post comments with examples of how you see the world through genre colored glasses. I’d love to read them and I’m sure everyone else here would, too.
