"Hey man - how did the logistiCatch-up soon?"
I'm not normally so illiterate. At least, I don't think so. What happened? Did I time jump in the middle of a thought? Did a future version of me leap backwards by a few seconds and interrupt the me of the present? Perhaps I was kidnapped by aliens? You know the kind of thing - dark alley by your local Nepalese restaurant, bright light, blinky blinky, pokey pokey, flashback ray-gun and there you are with no memory of it, a slightly longer beard and a temporally displaced text message?
Well. None of that. What actually happened was that I was so engrossed in my phone that I had accidentally walked into a fence... and had pressed send on impact.
It went proper klonk as well, the fence did. You know that cartoony thing when Wiley E Coyote steps on a rake, or drives straight into a wall that's painted like a tunnel, and then he reverberates for a few seconds like a tuning fork. I'm sure I made that noise. A sort of a klonk-doiiiing sound while I processed what had happened.
There was no-one around to see me hold my head in my hands. No-one to fall about laughing or to tell me to watch where I'm (expletively) going. No-one was there to make a comment about anti-social media and the youth of today, and of course, there was nobody asking if I was alright.
I was okay though. I clarified what I meant to Chris, asked him about the 'logistics' of something or other, and the conversation moved on. He didn't need to know what had happened to me, mid-sentence, so I didn't tell him. I just slipped my phone into my pocket and walked home.
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