Taking an inventory of my post-civilization talents

Yeah. Invariably. I catch it.

Yeah. Invariably. I catch it.

Defies explanation. Things fall off the table or the counter. I catch them. Doesn’t matter if there’s any warning. My hand is just there. Catching it.

Thinking the new post-apocalyptic world won’t have much use for glass and teacup catchers.

Unless what we’re talking about is reflexes. But I also don’t think the world is going to need another Road Warrior.

All right. Drove everywhere at 100+ mph without an accident or off-road event. But nobody’s going to need that in the end of world scenario we’re looking at now, right?

Can’t do anything useful. No maintenance skills. Can’t change a hinge or a lock. Can’t rewire a lamp, let alone a house. I can shoot. But I never do.

Can’t do an ounce of carpentry. Things fall apart when I touch them.

Driving I can do. Even now. But who needs it. Unless you’re afraid for your teacups.