Doctor who...an encounter with the future.
Doctor who ...a time lord, remember him in his many guises?
Yesterday I had a sort of DW moment. I was walking through the main foyer area of work with a contractor and my able assistant....young Bob.
We stopped to discuss the work to be done, and I became aware of a voice .." excuse me, mister" ..repeating. The insistence made me focus a little more, I looked down and there was a micro man, estimated age about 6 or 7.
Now, protocol in this situation is clear, interaction with these types is not encouraged ...but if it can't be avoided, any interaction must take place with at least 4 adults within view, and in range of a cctv camera .....all good there.
I knelt down to make level eye contact, giving me a better chance to detect a possible attack ...and asked ..how can I help.
He tapped my watch and asked .... what's that .... it's my watch I replied, ..whats it for ....It tells me what time it is ..... Does it talk to you? . Now I'm starting to wonder what's going on ....Bob and the contractor have done a runner ...and I see more micro men making a beeline for me.
Why doesn't my phone ring when I need it to ... now there are 4 of these surrounding me ...the questions keep coming ...now my radio is of interest. I try to reply in a way that won't lead to more questions, but it's hopeless .. it's all about my watch....radio...
Finally, Bob calls ....hey, sorry kids, I've got to go now ...there's a .... crocodile in the pool I have to deal with ...hasty exit.
Anyway, I was talking to a teacher later on, and she told me that a lot of kids these days have no idea how to "read" a normal (as in with hands) clock or watch .... and I happened to encounter one who wanted to.
If there is a next time, I'll make time to explain and do my bit for the future ...with 4 adults and camera coverage of course ....ahhhhh ....the future ...I'm worried.
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Yesterday I had a sort of DW moment. I was walking through the main foyer area of work with a contractor and my able assistant....young Bob.
We stopped to discuss the work to be done, and I became aware of a voice .." excuse me, mister" ..repeating. The insistence made me focus a little more, I looked down and there was a micro man, estimated age about 6 or 7.
Now, protocol in this situation is clear, interaction with these types is not encouraged ...but if it can't be avoided, any interaction must take place with at least 4 adults within view, and in range of a cctv camera .....all good there.
I knelt down to make level eye contact, giving me a better chance to detect a possible attack ...and asked ..how can I help.
He tapped my watch and asked .... what's that .... it's my watch I replied, ..whats it for ....It tells me what time it is ..... Does it talk to you? . Now I'm starting to wonder what's going on ....Bob and the contractor have done a runner ...and I see more micro men making a beeline for me.
Why doesn't my phone ring when I need it to ... now there are 4 of these surrounding me ...the questions keep coming ...now my radio is of interest. I try to reply in a way that won't lead to more questions, but it's hopeless .. it's all about my watch....radio...
Finally, Bob calls ....hey, sorry kids, I've got to go now ...there's a .... crocodile in the pool I have to deal with ...hasty exit.
Anyway, I was talking to a teacher later on, and she told me that a lot of kids these days have no idea how to "read" a normal (as in with hands) clock or watch .... and I happened to encounter one who wanted to.
If there is a next time, I'll make time to explain and do my bit for the future ...with 4 adults and camera coverage of course ....ahhhhh ....the future ...I'm worried.
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