I don’t mind the whole traveling / flying thing.  For the most part, these days, it all just seems to go as it does.

And, if all the Delta Gods are with you… and your flights connect up…. it really isn’t so bad.

Yet any day you move from one part of the world, to another part of the world…. you encounter a profusion of people attempting to achieve the same outcome as you.   Everyone just goes about it a little differently.  Sweet Calamari…..  do they ever!

It seems that about 50% of the time we fly, someone is sitting in our seats when we get there.  Most of the time, it is the direct cause of ADA.  The Alphabetic Differentiation Affliction.  It seems these people do not have to ability to determine the difference between A/B and C/D.    At any rate… it happened to us again today.

It isn’t a big deal.  Little annoyances at best.  Mostly… good flying.

So now we find ourselves in Utah.  It is really a beautiful state.  Did you know that Utah has five national parks?  Arches, Canyonlands, Zion, Bryce and Capitol Reef.  And…. Utah also has the highest literacy rate in the nation.  The people with the ADA on the plane were clearly NOT from Utah.

It seems the people here are pretty nice overall.  Except for the little incident I had in the Fine Art Pottery Shop.  I included the photo above.

But in my defense, I typically read and follow signs.  So in this particular case, I was simply reading and following directions.  The sign on the wall clearly said to “Gently flip each switch one at a time.”

So I began.  I flipped one gently, and a row of lights went off.   Then I flipped the other one gently.  Another row of lights went off.  Again, one gently…. and THIS time a row of lights came ON…. and then the other gently… and the whole place lit up again.  I continued this light show quite nicely with a continued series of gentle flips.  Then….. as I turned around to share in the glee with all the rest of the people in the store…. I noticed many of them stood with their mouths agape.

And right through the middle of the pack…. the lady from behind the counter pushed her way through… and came right in my direction.  She was rolling up her sleeves, as she strode toward me.  And…  her face was terribly red, and filled with angst.

As she approached… she said in a rather stiff voice… “Get you hands off of that thing.”  This was completely contradictory to what the sign on the wall had just instructed me to do.  Clearly she was upset….  and I did not even try to make my case…. as she pointed me toward the door.    Once again… I questioned the literacy rate in Utah.   But then I wondered if I hadn’t been the subject of some practical joke.

So…I guess for the most part… the people here seem very nice.
And maybe tomorrow… I’ll do better at reading the signs of life…

“There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.” |  C.S. Lewis