Karma’s a bitch.
This post reminded me about the time I went to the optometrist and the alarm system keypad was open to reveal their new code under a Post-It note, and the easily-deduced code that it was changed from (2040*) because of the wear on the buttons and the dirty residue around the buttons.
* 20/40 vision is a little worse than 20/20 vision. When I went to look for this three-year-old picture, my memory of it was that the only buttons that had wear were the 2 and the 0, which is a much funnier picture to post. C’est la vie.
Mind the Gap
1. Flashback to that episode of Homicide (if you’ve seen it then you know which one I mean)
Update: Saw that scholvin had the same memory.
By the way, if you have seen The Wire but not Homicide, you really should fix that.
I haven’t seen Homicide, but I saw the episode of Taxicab Confessions from which the producers of Homicide got the idea.
Taxicab Confessions was a show on HBO in the 90s in which a cab was hooked up with multiple cameras and the drivers got people to talk about their lives. People were very candid because cab drivers are like bartenders, except that no one else is around to overhear what they share.
TRIGGER WARNING: GROSS STUFF AHEAD
The episode in question had a police rescue squad officer who’s been on the force for a long time. The driver asked him what was the worst way to die. He said there are people who fall between the train and the platform as the train is moving. The lower torso gets twisted around like when you close a bread bag. They aren’t in pain because the spine is severed. They think they are just stuck, but as soon as they are freed, their innards would spill out and they’d die. There is no way to save them. They keep them there until their family can come to say goodbye.
Life is a tenuous thing. Enjoy it while you’re here.