Walking down the street, two half-blocks from the bus stop, perhaps because she heard something, perhaps just by instinct, she looked over her shoulder and saw a bus coming towards her. Her calm walk shifted to a jog, clearly somewhat uncomfortable in her three inch heels, but she was determined to beat the bus. Crossing a street, she heard another sound, this time a click. It was her cell phone, which fell to the ground. An abrupt stop and pivot. She returns, swoops up the phone, saying to the world “Dropped my phone”, turns again and regains her pre-drop form. She knows time is against her, but she perserveres. She reaches the bus stop just as the bus, emblazoned with the words “Not in Service”, drives on by.
The moral of the story?
Arthur Thinks (He Thinks) 