How many times has this happened to you? You’re standing still in an airport terminal looking at the departures board when someone slams into your side. Or you see them coming. You know you’re in their field of vision. You don’t move, confident that they’ll take steps to avoid you. Your confidence is misplaced.
Or you’re inside the plane waiting to find your seats. The person before you and your toddler son happens to be a man toting a humongous carry-on bag. He could lift his bag straight up into the overhead bin, but instead makes a large sweeping motion with his bag to get the necessary height. One small worry, your toddler’s tiny head is in the way of the gargantuan carry-on bag. Will the enormous bag kill your young son when it crashes into his tiny skull? Or will it merely cause irreparable brain damage? No, it won’t. Your belief in humanity has prepared you for such a thing and you easily block the turd ball’s bag. The turd ball merely registers mild surprise when his bag stops. (This actually happened to me! May the turd ball rot in Hell for all eternity eating lutefisk for each and every meal.)
Ahem. There must be a phrase for this sort of blindness.
And now there is:
TODAY’S AWESOME PHRASE
Airport Eyes Syndrome
– Paul De Lancey, The Comic Chef, Ph.D.
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