If I weren't such a learned person, I would blame it on witchcraft. Wandering spirits, maybe. Someone from "beyond" trying to communicate with me over the same frequency that Bluetooth utilizes.
Last week my dad installed a rear-view camera in my Insight. I'd probably appreciate its novelty if it weren't for its necessity. 'Insight' was not the most accurate name for this vehicle. Anyhow, it plugs into the cigarette lighter and mounts on my air vent. It's a small screen much like a digital camera's screen. The actual camera is mounted above my license plate and communicates wirelessly with the display in-car. It only engages when the car is in reverse. It's a camera; that's all it does.
Well. That's all it's supposed to do.
But when I was driving down 315 last week, around the Riverside curve, the camera flickered on as television static does in between lost channels. I blinked. It happened again, and this time it looked as though an image was on the screen. Rounding out the curve, by Ackerman, I was fully watching Judge Judy upside-down on my rear-view camera display.
I have found fun little pockets around town where my camera will pick up signals emitted from everything from WBNS to baby monitors. On my way to hockey in Grandview, I can pick up some episodes of Friends on the CW. In downtown Worthington, I pick up the security camera from one of the "olde" shops but I haven't yet determined which one.
In Hilliard, I watched a baby crawl around in her crib.
I am afraid I will see something I don't want to see.
Like Seinfeld.
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