I know what you mean about people not noticing what is going on around them.
As I was walking on the campus at Notre Dame, I could hear way up high the sound
of sandhill cranes. As I was straining to see them at a high altitude, just stopping
and looking, I noticed that no one saw me or the cranes. In the “old days”, if someone
stopped to stare other people would be curious and look too. It reminds me of the
Thurber cartoon of the guy in his armchair buried in his newspaper as his dog
is wildly barking at a dragon coming through the open window. The caption was,
“What’s eating you, Prince?”
I know what you mean about people not noticing what is going on around them.
As I was walking on the campus at Notre Dame, I could hear way up high the sound
of sandhill cranes. As I was straining to see them at a high altitude, just stopping
and looking, I noticed that no one saw me or the cranes. In the “old days”, if someone
stopped to stare other people would be curious and look too. It reminds me of the
Thurber cartoon of the guy in his armchair buried in his newspaper as his dog
is wildly barking at a dragon coming through the open window. The caption was,
“What’s eating you, Prince?”