perfection

Today, as I walked into one of my elementary school classes, a kid asked me for my board marker. I gave it to him, and he promptly wrote on the board, "Where's my money bitch?"

A few days ago, in the middle of the day, I was walking near my house. I was stopped at a 4 way intersection, waiting for the little green man to light up and ensure me my path was safe to trod. As I was waiting, a guy pulled up to the red light in front of me, turned on his hazard lights, got out of his car, and ran into a nearby store. The light soon turned green, and of course his car just continued to sit there, the headlights and taillights flashing synchronously. A few cars behind him had to switch lanes to get around him. Then the light turned red again. Soon the man emerged from the store holding a brand new fishing rod. He put it into his trunk and got back in his car.

I don't think I'll ever forget that. You know how some things just stick in your brain? This is going to be one of them for me. I could be 99 years old on my deathbed, having long ago succumbed to the clutches of senility and dementia, and I bet I'll still be able to recall this one. It's just the most brazen display of incivility and discourtesy I've ever seen. I felt like I was observing perfection.