When tired, make yourself twice as alert!
This happened to me today. It is right at 3:30 am and I am outside cleaning the back seat of my truck (I am the type of guy who wont litter so the back seat is the catch all) because I have to take Mom to the airport. I made it home from work at midnight so I have not slept a wink and I can feel it.
Even though I did my usual scanning of the area, my attention (and part of my body) is inside the truck. I hear a car coming in faster than the way the locals drive around the neighborhood. I look up and see headlights aiming at my direction through the rear windshield so I pull out form the truck. We live in an association and all the houses are located in circles (cul -de-sac types) connected to a main road. The car turns in and I see a hand sticking out of the driver's window holding a long cylindrical object and the tosses it. I go WHOA!!! and start to move for cover (Crouch behind the bed) and the hand is already moving to go under the vest when my brain finally registers that the cylinder is yellow and it is the damn newspaper in its plastic bag. The paper lands about 5 feet from me and the driver, a lady, is shocked to see me but smiles really friendly, waves and drives away. I forced myself to smile and wave back but I was still a bit shaken. I felt that I reacted slower that i should and I should have been more aware than usual since I knew my rusted-by-age reflexes were rustier than usual because of tiredness.
Cheap learning. I did stay alert for the trip to Miami International (always and adventure to drive down the Palmetto Expresway) and back. The wife and I had a very early breakfast at the local IHOP where I was regaling the wife with the descriptions of all the patrons consuming rooty tooties: 2 tired looking hookers, 3 Latin Gansta wannabes, some kids that looked like a rock band acting tough but smelling like colombian oregano, a young nihilistic/goth/tattoed/Bendera/Nietsche couple, another couple that looked like thy just got off third shift and were having a bite before heading home and 3 huge trucker-type gents that were wolfing down their food before going back to work.
Yes, I was overdoing it, but that is the point. I was tired so I had to compensate for it.
PS: No, I have no idea why the lady delivers the paper so darn early.