One evening, she was a perfect black ball on Jacob’s favorite chair in the sitting room. He had a book with tiny print and a cup of steaming hot chocolate, but no favorite place to sit.
“If I disturb Tammy, she will be worse off, but, if I don’t disturb her, I will be worse off,” he said to himself. “I could sit in another chair, but so could she. Does it matter that she arrived before me today, when I sat in the chair yesterday?”
Fortunately, for Jacob, he discovers Zeno’s paradox on another evening.