We all commit little crimes on a regular basis. Mother Teresa refused to use biodegradable soap when washing people's feet.
Little crimes eat away at civility. Why don't others notice when I wear a new shirt? I carry that indifference around with me all day.
When someone tells a long story and the ending is flat and unfunny, that is a crime of stealing the audience's time. If you spot a piece of col slaw on someone's chin and don't tell them, shame on you. If a person can't finish their sentences, you must step in and finish. Pronounce words for them.
Peeing in the bushes destroys our common humanity, unless it's your Uncle Ned with a prostate problem.
On the counter at McDonald's, you'll see a penny left behind. Don't grab and pocket it. Put it in the Ronald McDonald House container. Sometimes silence is better than speaking. Do not ever comment on an older person's neck. Something unseemly happens to necks as we age. Frankly, I consider this epidermal outrage one of God's little crimes.
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