Happy Earth Day, everyone!
I went to a festival. I roamed around, visiting exhibits on climate change, animal rights, and vegan snacks.
I helped myself to a bag of beet chips. I put a chip in my mouth. Crunch. I chewed. It tasted beety. I swallowed. Another chip. Crunch crunch. Swallow. Another. Chew. Crunch. Swallow. Another. I chewed and chewed, but could not chew through.
I spit it out and examined it with beady eyes.
Chips ahoy! It wasn’t a chip. It was desiccant, the packet used to preserve freshness.
I am usually so careful about reading package ingredients and warning statements. What are the odds I’d forget to read the beet bag’s back?
I was in the grocery store checkout line.
“$1.05,” said the cashier.
I handed him a twenty. I was about to search for a nickel, when ka-ching! Coins raced, clinking through the chute to the little tray.
I counted. I recounted. I had done the math. I had a dispute with the machine’s compute. I had been shortchanged.
What does it say about the world if even a machine can’t be counted on to give the correct amount?
Change is needed.
Earlier today I was thinking about a purchase I made in Istanbul a few years ago. Eight hours later, the phone rang. When I answered, there was a whooshing sound, as though the call came from very far away. A man said he was calling from Istanbul and we had met when I purchased my item.
It’s amazing what a little ESP can do. Ma Bell was right all those many years ago, when she said, “Reach out and touch someone.”