Story ripped from the headlines: “Woman Found Safe in her Vehicle After Failing To Return Home for 48 Hours. Claims She Was Just Running Errands.
When interviewed, Mrs. X said she didn’t know what all the fuss was about. ‘This was just my normal schedule, except my to-do list did not go as smoothly as planned, is all.”
Does my fictitious lady sound familiar? Someone you know? You? Definitely me. Especially on those days when I find myself getting in and out of my car so frequently that it feels like interval training.
I noticed something at the last cocktail party I attended (which was also the first cocktail party I attended in about fifteen years). The guest list was comprised of a mixed crowd consisting of current and former urban dwellers, who, surprisingly, got along quite well, in spite of one group secretly thinking that the other was out of its mind for living inmoving away from “The City.” But I digress. What I noticed was this: the urbanites seemed to feel more comfortable in a vertical position, arms at their sides (unless they were holding a drink) and feet more or less parallel on the ground. In contrast, their country cousins appeared more at home occupying the available chairs, (never enough chairs for everyone, but I digress again,) body at a ninety degree angle, knees apart, arms slightly extended, with the right foot at least twelve inches ahead of the left foot. I thought this odd at first until I realized that this was a perfectly natural accommodation to a life-style choice. Living in the suburbs means living in your car!