I just sat here and listened to someone go through the bags of trash I placed outside my door this morning. It was kind of annoying, (I found myself trying to sneak a peek out the window to see who it was, until I figured out that I might not want to know who it was), and yet humbling at the same time. Is that possible?
Now when I walk through my neighborhood and see all the ladies stare at me, (they always do anyway) am I going to wonder which lady it was that took some of my trash home?? Do I have so much that even what I consider trash is of great value to someone else??
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Tonight I heard my auto driver cuss the obsessive honkers that were honking behind us as we sat in traffic at a RED LIGHT with NO POSSIBLE CHANCE of moving for at least 2 minutes (the red lights have timers on them so you know how long you have to wait until it changes). People, please keep honking even though it is totally pointless. And, how come you can be late to EVERYTHING but you are so impatient in traffic? Does this make sense? This is the most pointlessly honkiest society in the whole wide world.