I walk through the grocery store I see food I categorize it I think perishable, non-perishable, useful, non-useful I think if a riot broke out in this store right now what would I grab? A can of tomatoes, one in each hand? A bag of frozen chicken thighs? If I’m lucky enough to be in the half an aisle dedicated to kitchen equipment I could take a ladle or a rolling pin. I spend extra time in the kitchen equipment aisle.
I’ve lost eight pocket knives to airport security, and a pepper spray, and a set of brass knuckles. Six times the guy laughed at me. One time he lectured me.
I run through it in my head if I needed to get out of here in five minutes what would I take? What’s the route? Phone, wallet, charger, knife, backpack, food, sweater, sweatshirt, raincoat, the good shoes, extra socks, bandages, soap, towel, did that take too long? It took too long am I dead? I’m dead.
I run through it again. I run through it again. I run through it again. No mistakes. I got this. I’ll live. No mistakes.