If you're a nice person then you shouldn't have to make an effort to be nice, right? For the most part, I think that I am nice but that doesn't mean that I don't have my moments of weakness. Like the other night when I was at work. They hire people with obvious handicaps to take care of the garbage and do janitorial work and one of these people was hobbling along towards me, just doing his job. And I almost starting laughing because it looked like a scene straight out of a monster movie. The zombie was coming to get me. And I put my face down in my elbow thinking that I'm only a horrible person if people catch me smiling at the stupid ideas that pop into my head.
Today, my daughter is sick. I've been sitting with her all morning. She got up and ran to the bathroom, she draped her arms over the side of the tub and she threw up. I kneeled behind her and pulled her hair out of the way. I rubbed my hand up and down her back. But I also checked out the pile of puke thinking, "So what did these guys have for dinner lastnight while I was away? I see greenbeans... does that mean chicken as well? Chicken, chicken, do I see any chicken?"
We have a winner!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
Be wary of karma. Remember, I made fun of a handicapped guy a while back. Saying something like, "Hurry up, Gimp." as he crossed the street in front of my car. Now look at me. I'm the gimp.
I remember when I took my middle son to get his immunization shots for Kindergarten. They had me hold his head still, so when the stuck him I looked straight down his throat as he screamed, "Ouchieeeeee!" I couldn't help but laugh at that. Except he saw me. I'm such a bad parent.
I had roommates that used to talk like a deaf kid they hated...they said it wasn't bad because the kid was such an A**Hole... :)
Plus he couldn't hear them anyway ;-)
Post a Comment