blindspots

The other day, I was inside working with my incarcerated colleagues to set up our classroom, organize, finalize, etc.

I was making a sign for our wall, and I got up to walk over to the supply closet, absent-mindedly saying to myself, "Scissors.. scissors.. scissors."

One of the guys laughed at me, "Ellen, we ain't go no scissors."

Another jumped on, "Yeah, somebody pass me the knife!"

More totally justified laughing at my expense.