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Do you ever do something so lame-brained that you wonder if your brains are oozing out your ears or evaporating a little bit every time you blink?
I do. I really, really do.
Last week I took my daughters to see “One For the Money,” a movie based on a series of books by Janet Evanovich. (If you haven’t read any of the books, you’re missing out. They are fun reads.) We arrived at the movie theater early afternoon, splurged on buttered popcorn, and settled in to be entertained.
After the show we returned to our car. I opened the compartment that houses my sunglasses, but they weren’t there. I hunted through my purse, checked every other location I could think of, to no avail. It was my youngest who finally said, “Mama, you’re wearing them.”
I blinked at her through the darkened lenses.
“Did you have those on this whole time?” She asked, laughing.
I sighed and shifted uncomfortably as realization struck. “Through the whole damn movie.”
The laughter that ensued was hyena-worthy.
My daughters thought the whole thing was hilarious, of course, compelling me to point out that the apples do not fall far from the tree, since neither of them noticed that I was wearing my sunglasses in the movie theater. I couldn’t see myself, I pointed out, but they could. How did they miss the shades? These aren’t the sunglasses that go from light to dark. These are regular sunglasses, always dark no matter the environment. How could all three of us be so unobservant?
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this and I don’t have a good answer. As with most things, though, I compare it to my writing. Many is the time I have edited and re-edited, proofed and re-proofed, thought my submission error free, only to discover a week later that I missed a typo or misplaced word. The best explanation I have is that we see what we expect to see, and so anomalies hide in plain sight.
So what is the answer, when we miss an error that is as plain as the shades sitting on our nose? Is it possible the recipient, like my daughters, also sees what he/she expects to see and glides over the error? We can only hope.
I’m going to ask you to tell on yourself now. C’mon, spill a shade story. Everybody has at least one!
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