Saturday, August 29, 2009
Red
I'm drawn to red things designed for use during an emergency. Yesterday I rode a shuttle bus from my suburbs into the Fair. As I stood, swaying, and trying not to vomit, packed in like a sardine, I kept imagining pulling the bright red handle on the window nearest me. When I worked as a movie projectionist there was a giant bright red button that would shut down the whole unit. Every shift I would eye it greedily, so tempted to give it a good whack. I never did, and now I can't even remember if I was ever in the room when it had to be used (I was most definitely in the building). Sometimes I'm not sure how I've managed to resist these temptations.
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Someone with just such a temptation might blow up the world.
I am drawn to that string in the hospital bathroom that calls the nurses for help. The only thing that keeps me from pulling it is realizing I'd be sitting half-naked on the toilet when they found me...
Smellyann, I could imagine that also might draw my attention.
And Mary, fortunately I will never be around anything that would put me in the position to blow up the world. Although I think if I've manage to resist so far, I could well handle that situation too. :-)
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