Today I was driving into town to pick up the thyroid meds for the cat and go for a run. As I was driving, I passed this guy on his way to town. Walking. Now this is no short walk. I don't know where he goes, but he must have a good 5 miles ahead of him. I always see him, with his backpack, headed into town. And I always think, poor guy, it's a long walk.
And this morning, as I often do, I thought -- I should give him a ride
. And of course immediately common sense speaks up and says, "right, if you want to get yourself stabbed
" so the kind inner child says, "well, I could just get a concealed weapon PERMIT
(because I would never ever ever own a gun myself) and carry it around with me and when I pick up hitch hikers I'll show it to them and tell them I have a gun so not to try anything
". Okay, soooooo logical. So common sense says, "Uh huh, because you know all of two people with a concealed weapon permit you could borrow and somehow, I don't think the killer hitch hikers are going to buy the idea that your name is Dickie or Lloyd
". And then I laugh at myself for having such crazy thoughts anyhow. I think it may be because just before I left the house I finished this book my sister-in-law loaned me called How to Be Good,
by Nick Hornby (thanks, Meredith). I have a tendency to really get drawn into books and apparently this one really sucked me in (it was a fantastic read) and may quite possibly have left a lasting impression. So, you know, now I'm totally planning to give away my life savings (all $5 of it) and start taking in homeless teens while convincing my neighbors to do the same. Anyone else have a tendency to get lost in a good book now and then?
Regardless, I don't think I'll be picking up any hitch hikers, MOM. I guess I'll settle for donating my hair for the fourth time - next month is going to be the big chop, chop. The only risk there is a really bad cut.
Please go to the hospital and get them to xray your head.
I'm glad you liked the book. I can't say it had the same affect on me. I spent the whole book thinking the guy was nuts to give all his money away and let random poor kids live in his house! I guess I'm not such a good person after all :-) However, like you, I donate my hair, clothes and other belonging I no longer need...My version of the book would be called "how to be good enough"
Your grandfather and grandmother have concealed weapons permits. Kid you not! And there is actually a big ole handgun with a scope on it in their car.
I absolutely do this exact same thing...I really want to trust people and believe they are good, but common sense and a good old dose of tv-bred fear keep me on the straight and narrow!
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