So I'm sitting at a table at the public library, reading a book, killing time.
I've turned my chair so that it is facing left. My legs are crossed, and one of my feet is dangling past the left side of the table.
A man walking past the table almost stumbles on my foot.
Engrossed in my book, I acknowledge the apology.
The man continues on. I look up and notice that he is walking with the aid of a tall stick.
In other words, I almost tripped a blind guy.
And he apologized.
Perhaps I should check my calendar for tomorrow to see whether it says "Wednesday, April 6: Burn down an orphanage."