Ivan always looked where he was going. When walking down stairs, he would watch his feet as they descended each step, and when walking along the sidewalk, he would scan the concrete ahead, watching for cracks, curbs, and dog poop. It saved him from a lot of stumbles, he reasoned. And sometimes he found things things that people had dropped as they hurried along, yacking on their cell phones, gazing distractedly at passersby or store windows, or lost in a daydream. One time he found a $20 dollar bill, and another time a good, unbroken umbrella. But today he had found someone's drivers license.
It was in the middle of a busy street....
[story to be continued in your imagination]
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