I came out of the restaurant after a farewell luncheon for a co-worker from the office. I heard a voice calling from across the street. I ignored it. It called again. I looked. I didn’t recognize the woman. I assumed she meant someone else. I kept walking. The voice got louder. Then I heard the woman call my name. I stopped. I looked across the street again.
It was my daughter.
How embarrassing!
Okay, I was wearing dark glasses and that always mutes the colors.
Plus she was in the shadow. 
But my own daughter?
Alf tells me when I focus on things, I only see in front of my face.
I guess I’m that bad.
I think it has a lot to do with expectations. I wasn’t expecting to see my daughter, therefore I didn’t recognize her.
Now I know how magicians do it.
It’s all in the focus.
And when they get me looking at something else, out pops the struggling bunny from the top hat.
Meanwhile there’s a snake slithering across my feet.
Calvin says, “For me it’s my nose. The whole world stops while the scent lures me to the wild side.” 
You aren’t the only one who has done this! Wish I had a nickel…(or perhaps a quarter in this economy!) for every time I missed something important right in front of me because I expected something else…
Good to know! Thanks for telling me!