Titanic Goes Down

I enjoy giving and recieving. Acts of kindness, that is. Holding the door for someone, or having someone prop the door for you when your hands are full. These are the little things in life that remind me of our collective humanitarian ambitions. It's the sour apples that enjoy sour appleness that tickle my anger.

For instance, why would you hire someone to act as a key producer in your internet upstart company, and then not pay them? Do you build the Titanic with workers that actually want it to hit an iceburg and go down into the abyss? No my friends, you don't. Leonardo would have taken a serious digger off the front of that monumental ship because the handrail was faulty. Splash! Oh, sorry boss, my bad. So much for bangin' out that chick in the backseat of someone elses model T. I can't get that image of her handprint on the window out of my mind by the way.

Moving on, I got a ride up a steep hill today from a complete stranger that assumed I was a student on his campus when in fact I was only there for a freelance editing job. I could have been a serial killer for all this kid knew, but turns out it's me. Lucky for him that he's still alive, lucky for me that I didn't break a sweat this morning before arriving at work. The moral of the story is that you should be constantly looking to give out random acts of kindness, just not to serial killers. They'll kill you slow.

Parker