I was out for a run the other morning when I came up to a traffic light just as it turned red. I slowed to a stop, then went over to push the button (are those things even connected to anything, or do they just give you something to do while you’re standing there?).
A car on the other side of the road started into the intersection, then slowed and rolled down his window.
“Hey! Is there a Tim’s?” he hollered across the street to me.
I don’t know about you, but for me, things seem to fire a lot slower when I am tired on a run.
My brain did this:
There are two…I wonder where he’s going – that could make a difference in which one is more convenient…he is heading….Never-Eat-Shredded-Wheat…(hey! he’s holding up traffic!) hold on, which way am I going…I am North…ish…so he’s headed West. Hang on…yeah, West. Okay, so that means we’re past the turn to the one downtown so it would be better to send him to the one on the highway even though it is on the wrong side of the road….
My mouth did this: “Yeah!”
He paused, and not knowing what my brain was doing, followed up, somewhat incredulously I might add, with “well…where?” Fortunately, at that moment, my brain just finished processing the request, and I gave him the directions.
Then I laughed as I thought about it. From his perspective I probably looked like a smart aleck, just answering the question that was asked rather than the one that was implied. In reality it had more to do with the fact that all my blood was busy elsewhere, and my asking it to return to my brain so I could reason was apparently a little much for it.
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