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Mind the gap
I'm in London, riding the Underground, the Tube, with my friend Carl. We get off at our station, and I hear The Voice. It's a deep, well-modulated, masculine Voice. It slowly and distinctly enunciates three words: "Mind the gap." Over and over again. "Mind the gap. Mind the gap. Mind the gap."
What does it mean? I understand each word. Mind. The. Gap. Each makes perfect sense on its own. Together they bewilder me. Is it some sort of bizarre advertisement for a clothing store? That makes no sense. I look around. All the other people are going about their business, hurrying or strolling to wherever they're going. None of them seems to be listening to The Voice. Am I the only one who can hear it? Is it the Voice of God? Is He trying to tell me something, but I'm too unworthy to understand His message? Am I hallucinating? Finally, I look at Carl. "What the hell is that?" he says.
"You hear it too?" I say. "I was a little worried there for a minute."
What does it mean? I understand each word. Mind. The. Gap. Each makes perfect sense on its own. Together they bewilder me. Is it some sort of bizarre advertisement for a clothing store? That makes no sense. I look around. All the other people are going about their business, hurrying or strolling to wherever they're going. None of them seems to be listening to The Voice. Am I the only one who can hear it? Is it the Voice of God? Is He trying to tell me something, but I'm too unworthy to understand His message? Am I hallucinating? Finally, I look at Carl. "What the hell is that?" he says.
"You hear it too?" I say. "I was a little worried there for a minute."
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