my parents are right about me...

Four inches. Max.
That's how close I was to walking into a telephone pole this evening, on my way to the library.
It was a parking lot. There were no cars. I didn't feel obligated to pay attention to my surroundings, necessarily.
I happened to look up cursorily.
Good thing.
The first thing my brain registered was the staples embedded in the pole. I then thought that it would be a strange pole to post postings on. Then I thought about how glad I was that I had not walked into it.
It was the last thing I expected to see.
I was picking a band to listen to.
I settled on Stars, and continued walking.
Head high.