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I found a credit card yesterday at work. I thought about it for about 2 minutes, then I looked the woman up on the internal work server. I called her up, she answered the phone with a mouth full of food, was very rude, never said thank you, and instructed me to drop it off at the security guard station. I hang up, thinking about how ungrateful and rude this woman just was. I briefly consider throwing her card in the trash or giving it to a bum. Then I realize she has my number because I just called her from my office, so I go down there and drop it off to the security guard, despite the fact that this woman never even said thank you. My friend comes in and I tell him all about it, and I tell him that if I ever find another credit card I'm doing something evil with it.
So today, about an hour ago I was in Chipotle. I get to the front of the line, and there is a credit card laying on the ground. No joke, I found two lost credit cards within 36 hours. I look at the name, and it appears to be someone that I probably wouldn't have much in common with. I didn't even really hesitate this time, just handed it to the cashier. It took about a minute for her to comprehend because she didn't speak English very well.
So then I am driving home less than 15 minutes later, thinking about how something good ought to come my way. Right about then this guy cuts me off. I don't honk, don't flick my lights, don't give him the bird, don't tailgate, nothing. We pull up to a light and it turns green, and the guy isn't moving. I wait a long period of time, and then give him a honk. Right as I honked he was starting to move, and when he heard the honk he stopped. So I wait another 10 seconds or so, and then I pull into the turning lane to pass him. It was a fairly long turning lane, and as soon as he saw what I was doing he gunned it and almost ran me off the road. I slam on the brakes and get in behind him, and he starts pumping the breaks, yada yada, all the typical bullshit.
I realize I am a pretty negative person a lot of the time, especially online when there are not really any repercussions to what you say. But it seems to me that whenever I go out of my way to be a decent person, something bad happens shortly thereafter.
From here on out I think I am just going to come to terms with the fact that I don't like people that I don't know, and I don't like a lot of people that I do know. I'm not holding any more doors for people, I'm not letting people pull out in traffic, I'm not making pleasant small talk. If I have to fart and I am on the elevator with a bunch of people I don't care about, I am letting it rip.
So today, about an hour ago I was in Chipotle. I get to the front of the line, and there is a credit card laying on the ground. No joke, I found two lost credit cards within 36 hours. I look at the name, and it appears to be someone that I probably wouldn't have much in common with. I didn't even really hesitate this time, just handed it to the cashier. It took about a minute for her to comprehend because she didn't speak English very well.
So then I am driving home less than 15 minutes later, thinking about how something good ought to come my way. Right about then this guy cuts me off. I don't honk, don't flick my lights, don't give him the bird, don't tailgate, nothing. We pull up to a light and it turns green, and the guy isn't moving. I wait a long period of time, and then give him a honk. Right as I honked he was starting to move, and when he heard the honk he stopped. So I wait another 10 seconds or so, and then I pull into the turning lane to pass him. It was a fairly long turning lane, and as soon as he saw what I was doing he gunned it and almost ran me off the road. I slam on the brakes and get in behind him, and he starts pumping the breaks, yada yada, all the typical bullshit.
I realize I am a pretty negative person a lot of the time, especially online when there are not really any repercussions to what you say. But it seems to me that whenever I go out of my way to be a decent person, something bad happens shortly thereafter.
From here on out I think I am just going to come to terms with the fact that I don't like people that I don't know, and I don't like a lot of people that I do know. I'm not holding any more doors for people, I'm not letting people pull out in traffic, I'm not making pleasant small talk. If I have to fart and I am on the elevator with a bunch of people I don't care about, I am letting it rip.
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