Every once in a while I wonder if I’m invisible. When a car pulls out in front of me and I have to slam on my breaks, instead of getting mad I simply wonder if I’m invisible. When I’m at a restaurant and I’m really thirsty but my waiter won’t refill my drink…I don’t get mad I just wonder if I’ve turned invisible.

I’m about to leave work. I’m sitting at my desk wrapping things up and all of the sudden the lights get turned out and the door is locked. Right away I know it’s not a practical joke. Why do I know that? It’s because sometimes I’m invisible.

It made me laugh because my office is right next to the main door. You have to pass me to go out it. I’m now sitting in the dark blogging.