Now dig this. On the bus ride home last Tuesday afternoon, I clobbered my head on the handrail when I stood to leave my seat. For those of you who are taller than 6 feet and older than 25 years, you know exactly the experience I describe. Perhaps it isn't a bus handrail. Maybe it's an airplane's luggage compartment or a low-hanging lamp in the foyer. The object isn't important. Here's what happens: you see a low-hanging (or low-positioned object) and you say to yourself, "gee, that's a low object, I should make sure I don't clobber my head into it when I stand up." Then, during the time that that thought crosses your mind and the time when you actually stand up (whether it's measured in minutes or seconds), you inevitably forget the warning and crush your skull on a nicely polished handrail. I've done this so many times that I don't get embarrassed and my head never hurts, regardless of the force of collision. It could be lack of intelligence or it could be the wisdom of experience. Of course, my impassive response to bumping my head in public places ended on my bus ride the very next evening. On that ride when I was leaving my seat, the woman next to me audibly and loudly reminded me, "don't bump your head this time." Ha! And you thought that nobody was ever watching when you were picking something you shouldn't have been picking.

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