Tuesday, May 27, 2008

No Where Man

The other day when I was going to the store I noticed an old woman crossing the street. She was probably 80+ and clearly having a difficult time of getting to wherever she was going. Just then, I saw a car pull up to the stop sign, indicating its intention to turn, however, the old woman was still in the road. I glanced at the driver, a young kid, slumped down in his seat, his baseball cap jauntily tipped to the side. He was driving one of those cars that hot-rodders today like, the Hondas with the oversized muffler, low profile tires and the large rear taillights. Loud music boomed from his car. I could feel his impatience from across the road. He kept looking at the woman, eyes darting back and forth with a quiet, but noticeable, rev of the engine. The old woman finally made it about half way across the street, far enough for this young “dude” to accelerate and get by. As he receded, I saw him throw his hands in the air out of frustration and a what the f*ck attitude. He chirped his tires and sped the 100 yards to the next stop at high speed. The old woman did not seem to notice, as she focused on her goal. I thought to myself regarding the driver, “what a d*ck!” Now, it is remotely possible that he was on his way to the hospital where a loved one waited in some life threatening state, but more likely he was just in a hurry to get wherever he was going. He is cool. He is important. Get out of his way. When in truth he is just another young punk, stupid and disposable, programmed by the media to buy what they are selling; but he probably thinks he is his own person, unique and non-conforming. But in reality, he is just another self centered egotist bent on taking from others for his own benefit, “F the world!” Where could he have possibly going that was so important that he could not wait the less than 30 seconds that it took to ensure that the old woman made it across the street? To shop? To hang with his homies? To work, because he was running late because he was playing with his Wii? I don’t want to live in a world in which a no one is in such a hurry to get nowhere that he thinks nothing of everybody. Ass!

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