This morning a young overweight and unattractive Afro-American lady plopped herself down in a wide easy chair at the Java Detour; then - for some strange reason - got the impression that customers were enamoured of her.
In fact, she turned to one startled guest, and requested that he stop staring at her.
Well, it was one of life's embarrassing moments, for sure.
Unbeknownst to the self-absorbed woman, there was a wide screen over her head broadcasting the morning news. And that, not her, was the focal point of their keen interest.
Poor thing.
When it was brought to her attention, she looked like she wanted to slink away and crawl under a carpet somewhere.
The incident reminded me of an old familiar phrase.
"It's all about me."
Carl Sagan once said,
"It is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring."