There’s a story about three people being led to the guillotine in the aftermath of the French Revolution. The first is a priest. The priest approaches the guillotine, crosses himself, and is placed in the restraints. The executioner attempts to release the blade, but it sticks. “A miracle,” proclaims the crowd, and the executioner frees the prisoner. The next person is a member of Louis XVI’s court. He walks defiantly across the scaffold, and makes a contemptuous speech as his head is inserted in the hole. The executioner pulls the cord again, and the same thing happens. The executioner lets the prisoner go. The last person is an engineer. He walks up to the guillotine, and circles it, all the time eyeing the blade and the surrounding machinery. The executioner moves to immobilize the engineer, but the prisoner stops him, saying: “Wait. Wait. I think I see what’s wrong.”
Today I was trying out the Google Earth Chrome app. I looked at my house. I noticed that the address was wrong. I submitted a correction. Upon reflection, I can’t imagine what I was thinking.