I went to pick up chicken soup in my neighborhood last night and when I went to pay I wished the cashier a happy new year.
“Got any resolutions?” she said?
“Yeah, to be kinder to myself.”
“Oh,” she said, and looked at me. “That’s really cool.”
I surprised myself with that answer. Sometimes, you are honest when you don’t mean to be.
I walked outside and the street was clogged with cars. One guy, four cars behind the putz who stopped in the middle of the street, started leaning on the horn. “That’s not going to help,” I said to nobody.
I walked across the street and saw a man in a wheelchair yell, “That’s not going to help!”
I smiled as I walked past him and shrugged, “Sometimes, people can’t help themselves I guess.”
The man glared at the traffic. “Moron.”
“Yeah, you know it’s just so tempting, though. You are irritated, stuck in traffic, it’s the end of the day, and you’ve got that horn right there. How can you not press it?”
“Well, I’m tempted to throw a brick through a window but that doesn’t mean I’m going to do it.”
New York is a funny town.
[Picture by Bags]