Today I totally went crazy on a guy.
My pal and I had just had dinner and were standing around outside the burger joint when I spotted an employee from the restaurant next door come outside to have a smoke. As he was lighting up, he tossed a piece of paper from his pocket to the ground. Just for the hell of it.
Oh yeah, I stepped up. “I can’t believe you just threw that piece of paper on the ground.”
Guy totally ignores me.
“You’re just going to leave it there? You should pick it up.”
I get a sideways glance. Now I’m mad. It’s gotta be the heat, because I turn to my buddy and say, “Can you believe this guy, just throwing his crap on the ground?”
With that, he flicks his cigarette and hurries back inside. But I cannot stop myself. What the hell’s wrong with me? I walk right up to the plate glass window of the restaurant; the perp is standing just inside.
“I cannot believe you,” I yell, so he can easily hear me. “You’re just going to throw your shit wherever you want?”
And yes, ladies and gentlemen, yes he did. He walked out of the restaurant, picked up his litter, and retreated back inside, without a glance or a word.
And today, I am my own hero. A crazy-ass one, but I am proud. And miraculously, uninjured.
Persist, if you dare.