I was buying food for my cat parasite today (as well as bodily necessities for myself and Megan) and was leaving the local Kroger, contented, bag-heavy, prepared to walk home and feed my cat parasite before she made good on her threat to destroy the world.Â My house.Â A roll of toilet paper.
As I was leaving the store, I noticed a man who left just before me carrying a case of Bud Light.Â Then a Kroger employee came jogging out of the store and caught the guy in a headlock.
The Guy: â€œOkay, man.Â Okay.Â I get it.â€
The Kroger Guy: â€œDrop it or Iâ€™m going to crank you.â€
(Full disclosure: I have no idea what that means.)
Short story short, Iâ€™ve never been that close to a crime in progress before.Â Iâ€™ve never seen someone shoplift and been a witness to their busting.Â And what are the chances that Iâ€™d be there at that exact time?Â A few steps to the right and Iâ€™d have been pushed out of the way in the hurry to get that man back here!Â Right now!
Of course, itâ€™s not as though shoplifting is a rare event.Â It makes sense that I would, at some point in my life, be around when a shoplifter was caught.Â I imagine Iâ€™ve been in stores a number of times when a crime drama was being played out, but simply on the other side of the store or behind close doors and I, unaware, innocent as a (non-poisonous) butterfly.
But most things in the world arenâ€™t rare events.
The thing about writing (Ha!Â Catch that shift there!) is that the goal is to write about those events that we donâ€™t see every day and making them available to those who havenâ€™t yet had a chance to see them.
Well, thatâ€™s one goal of writing.Â The other is to make the commonplace new and strange.
Though it is really just the same aim: presenting what we donâ€™t notice in a way we canâ€™t help but.
In other news, a song by Carl Sagan: