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Market timing.
In line for milk, the people standing just ahead of me was a father, a child old enough to carry a bag, and an infant. The father kept admonishing the child to not play around with the bag of three glass bottles because they might break - holding and carrying was fine, but shifting them over and around too much was straight out.
I told them that they did need to be careful because yesterday I'd dropped a glass bottle and could show off the bandage. It wasn't a bad cut, just a pair of small, shallow ones on the side of my wrist, but the placement meant a larger bandage that was easy to see by, for example, a father and child standing right in front of me.
And in fact, the child stopped messing around with the bag and making their father uneasy.
It wasn't planned. It wasn't coordinated. There was no way for anyone involved to have known beforehand. I simply happened to be in the right place at the right time.
I told them that they did need to be careful because yesterday I'd dropped a glass bottle and could show off the bandage. It wasn't a bad cut, just a pair of small, shallow ones on the side of my wrist, but the placement meant a larger bandage that was easy to see by, for example, a father and child standing right in front of me.
And in fact, the child stopped messing around with the bag and making their father uneasy.
It wasn't planned. It wasn't coordinated. There was no way for anyone involved to have known beforehand. I simply happened to be in the right place at the right time.