I Don't Think So, TexT...
So I've been walking briskly down four blocks to catch the bus most afternoons lately. Sounds good doesn't it?
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But I suppose if I'm smoking at the time, that negates any health benefit I hope to derive from it.
Sense Of Irony?
As I was pulling out of the Park and Ride this evening, I noticed a Mercedes Coupe with the hood up. As I went by, I noticed the driver coming around from the far side with a pair of jumper cables. Don't Mercedes' have automatic everything? Like headlights that turn off automatically? I probably should have stopped, as I vaguely remember seeing those lights on as l pulled in this morning.
But I didn't.
Why? Well, I've been slugging between Katy and downtown Houston, since about 1999, and in my experience, most of the GUYS that drive expen$ive german car$, are the rudest, most arrogant, and selfish drivers in town. Would he have stopped for me if l was broken down? Probably not.
So why do I feel guilty?
Dunno - I'd like to say, "Maybe a lifetime of taking the high road where this kind of stuff is concerned." But I can't. But I have spent most of my adult life trying to always do the right thing. I don't always succeed at that. As a matter of fact, I hardly ever do.
But still, it ain't a bad thing to aspire to, is it?
Shit.
I should have turned around.
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