One of my housemates invited over a group of friends for some drinks. Some of them I knew, some of them I didn’t. I didn’t hang around this particular evening, having had plans of my own already in place.
The next day whilst we were all recounting the events of the night before, my housemate asked:
“Do you know *George? From last night?”
The next day whilst we were all recounting the events of the night before, my housemate asked:
“Do you know *George? From last night?”
“No” I replied, dredging up the brief glimpses of faces I’d seen at her gathering. There were only 3 guys I had seen arrive… I knew two of them, so I suppose the last one would be the one she was talking about. Nope, didn’t know George.
“Oh, are you sure?” my housemate continued, oddly mystified. “You have a lot in common, so I just assumed you know each other.”
“Oh, how interesting,” I commented, genuinely interested. “What do we have in common?” Did we take some of the same classes? Had we attended the same events?
“Oh, how interesting,” I commented, genuinely interested. “What do we have in common?” Did we take some of the same classes? Had we attended the same events?
“Well, he’s visually impaired, too!”
...right. I’d forgotten about that telepathic network that all blind people share.
...right. I’d forgotten about that telepathic network that all blind people share.
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