I ride my bike through the park three or four times a week, and I see a lot of people doing a lot of different things, but it wasn’t until I noticed someone sitting on a bench reading a book that I realized I almost never see people reading in the park. They walk, ride, run, play with dogs, play catch, throw a frisbee, have a picnic, take a nap, swim in the river, fish in the river, play on the playground…but no one reads.
So one day, someone was sitting on a bench, reading a book, and it caught my eye because it was unusual. A few minutes later, I passed another someone sitting on a bench, reading. A few minutes after that, I passed a third person sitting on a bench reading a book.
That’s when I got suspicious. People (other than me) don’t read in this park. Clearly, these are plants, spies set to report on my workouts.
As if to confirm my suspicions, after I noticed them and realized what was actually going on, there weren’t any more. For the entire rest of my ride that day, there weren’t any more people sitting on benches reading books. I haven’t seen a single other person sitting on a bench reading a book during one of my bike rides since then.
I’m on to them. And they know it.
Why, yes, I am still listening to Welcome to Night Vale.