Out of the blue, a friend of mine asked, “How many steps do you take a day?”
I didn’t expect the question. “None. We have an elevator.”
I already knew about front steps on a house because we had front steps when I was a kid, and I knew that stairways, staircases, whatever they happen to be called, have steps.
Then, my friend announced, “I take five thousand to eight thousand steps every day.”
I was staggered, confused, and, when these two things joined hands, concerned for my friend’s health.
Before I continue here, let me confess to being comfortable with my innate and formidable talent – no effort required – to let ignorance seize the day.
This is not stupidity. I am not stupid. It’s ignorance. lack of knowledge. Not lack of ability to hold on to knowledge, if you knew where the heck it was in the first place.
Needless to say, or perhaps not, my friend saw the markedly troubled look on my face, knew me well enough to know he’d walked into one of yours truly’s blind spots, and explained by steps he meant walking and suddenly, at least for me, the world made sense again.
I am trying to get steps in every day. That said, I avoid staircases like the plague. Like I said, my building has an elevator.