We had a fire drill at work today. In the few seconds I had to grab something before checking all the labs and making sure everyone was out (an empty gesture, as the labs are closed until school starts next Wednesday, but still necessary), I snagged the copy of Ender's Game I've been finishing out the summer with.

Now, admittedly, it was right there on the shelf and thus easily accessible, but I couldn't help but be amused by this. Instead of doing the practical thing and retrieving my helmet from the closet (which, while not strictly necessary in a legal sense, is the most valuable of assets as I ride the freeway to and from work), the first thing I was compelled to grab without thinking was the book.

Leaving aside the possible implications of the particular book (it's the only one I'm reading at the lab currently), I believe this says something about me. Not necessarily good or bad, but something in which I take pride nonetheless.