#41: I Guess You Can Get Used to Anything
I had a coworker from Florida once casually tell me about the time that he left his house to drive to work and was surprised to find a large alligator sitting in the driveway. His tone when he talked about waiting for animal control to show up was not terrified, as mine would have been, but mildly irritated.
That’s Florida, you guys. That’s living in a place where the wildlife is so deadly and yet so common that when you see some massive, Jurassic behemoth, all teeth and muscles, and sly, cruel eyes, waiting in your yard to eat your child, you just sort of shrug it off.