...Once upon a time there was a little boy, or perhaps in this story he was a somewhat older. Maybe he was around his early twenty's, handsome, broad shoulders, well defined jawline. Well, sorry to disappoint ladies. This story is not about that young man. It's actually about me, and here's how it goes:
Once upon a time, I began volunteering at a hospital. At first this hospital seemed just like any other hospital. It had doctors in white coats, and nurses in scrubs with large pockets to hold all their important stuff. The hospital, like all well run hospitals, was always well stocked with patients. On Friday this particular hospital would give out ice-creams to its employees. Everything seemed perfectly normal. There was nothing strange at all about the hospital with its doctors in white coats and nurses with large pockets.
Then one day, I happened upon an anomalously object in this perfect world. It was a discovery so remarkable that to this day I have yet to come to terms with its magnitude. (Its magnitude to be exact was about 3 inches by 5 inches). I managed to capture it on camera for the first time. I will share this first encounter with you now.
Yes! While it may look like a door, with a sign, and a nice placard announcing which floor you are on adjacent to the door, allow me to guide your eyes to the subject of this post:
This is it! An innocuous little button that cries out to the world, "Please kindly sir or madam, please push my button, that nicely illuminated for you." I anthropomorphize so because this little button responds to the brief pressure placed on it with an almost human expression of satisfaction.
"And what does my little button friend do," I asked, "aside from this modest expression of red to green."
"And what does this little button do," I hear your brain quietly echo.
Absolutely nothing! (Trust me I checked), and that's exactly why I like this useless button
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