Something profoundly interesting happened to me yesterday while I was riding the bus. Allow me to expound. So there I was sitting diagonally across two seats, partly because my legs are too long for just one seat, and partly because I didn't want anyone sitting next to me.Tapping intently on the screen of my IPOD, I was close to breaking my all time record in tetris. Suddenly the bus stopped and I looked through the window to see a man lying in the middle of the road, surrounded by onlookers who were screaming that he had been struck by a car. So as this guy is lying on the road breathing what could have been his last few breaths. The mob of apathetic drivers who were inconvenienced by his immanent death began to incessantly honk their horns and squeeze their way around the sphere of onlookers. With frustration and irritation etched into their brows some of these cars came within a few feet of the man who was now convulsing on the ground. While trying to suppress my hero reflex which beckoned me to get off the bus and try to assist this guy, I simultaneously wondered what was going on in the minds of those drivers who were beeping and driving past him.
Help me to try and fill in the caption bubbles of the people who obviously didn't give a shit about this guys welfare. What do you think are the contents of these peoples inner monologue?
I'll start with a few of my guesses.
"Couldn't you die just a little further to the right you're gonna make me miss the new episode of House"
" This ass whole should have looked both ways"
"This guy's fat so it doesn't really matter anyways"
Lemmie hear some of your guesses.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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