I'm the kind of person who skips to the conversation when reading a book.
Last night, my husband and I were sitting on a boat waiting to go out for a sunset cruise on the Gulf of Mexico. A woman approached the crew member standing in front of us.
“Is this a double-decker boat?” she asked.
I glanced up at the ceiling above me. It had been rather obvious walking up to the boat that it was a double-decker. The open-air upper seating was nearly full when we had gotten on.
“Yes,” the crew member answered.
“Where are the stairs to get up there?” she asked.
“Right in front of the stairs you walked up to get on the boat,” he answered.
I glanced back at the stairs to see if there was any way someone could have missed them. Nope. They were a scant three feet from the boarding stairs.
The crew member shook his head as she walked away.
“Once,” he said, “I had a guy run up, get on the boat, and then asked me if he had missed the boat.”
We all laughed. It’s like looking for your glasses when they are perched on top of your head.