Talking to a Tree By Rita Kersh About 30 years ago, when my parents, younger sister and I went out to eat at a fairly nice restaurant one Sunday after church, we had to wait in the dimly lit hallway to be seated. While we were talking and patiently waiting our turn, we had to move back some to allow someone to get past us. When I stepped back, I stepped on something and turned around and said "Excuse me." My sister started laughing and I couldn't figure out why. When she finally regained some composure she told me what was so funny. She said "you just said excuse me to a tree!". By then my parents were laughing as well. It turned out that there was a potted tree in the hall that was rounded in shape. I have Retinitis Pigmentosa, which causes night blindness and the hallway was very dark. Of course, I was pretty embarrassed when I found out what I did. Now I'm more careful about who (or what) I say "excuse me" to.