I like to think that I'm a nice person. I like to think that I try and make people feel good, and give compliments when they're due.
Sometimes that all goes out the window. Literally.
I was in my room with my cousin Mary and my friend Jon and I was feeling very...peppy. We were watching this kid walk his dog in the lot by my window and his dog did his business and it LOOKED like the kid was going to walk away and leave it.
"He better clean up after his dog." said Mary.
"I don't think he's going to." said Jon.
"Oh he will." said I.
Still feeling peppy, I opened my window and yelled "Hey clean up after your dog MORON!" And then amazingly he went and got a bag to clean up after his dog! I watched him dance back to the poop pile...I watched him bend over and stand back up 20 times...and as I watched I realized, "He's special ed. I just screamed at a special ed kid and called him a moron." Jon and Mary laughed hysterically. And I officially am no longer a good person.
