I saw this armless woman today. I was too shy to actually talk to her, but I was kind of a creepo, because I watched her for a good seven minutes; I was really curious to see how she did things. One of her friends helped her by carrying her backpack, and then putting it on the floor. I thought that was pretty stupid, because she wouldn't be able to reach it, but then I realized she had no arms. So I stared at the backpack for a little while, and watched as she opened her backpack, got out a notebook and pen, closed her backpack, opened the notebook, and began to take notes. It took me a minute to realize that she was able to do all of these things with her feet.
On a slightly lighter note, I had lunch with my dad and some of his more scholarly acquaintances today, too. They were talking about religion and genetics, or something like that. Once again, I partook in people-watching, instead of actually participating in the conversation. The conversation made me wish that I was a man so that I could stroke my facial hair thoughtfully every time someone made an interesting point.
In other news, pickaxes are not just for gnomes. On the drive home today, I saw a construction worker take one out of his truck, hack at the road a bit, and then put it back.
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