I am happy happy. Not
Let me tell you. I am really considering changing the name of the blog. To “The Complainer”.
Like somebody close told me. “These things happen to everybody. It’s just that you have a way of complaining about them.”
Yes. It has happened again. I am going to complain. The car is scratched! I went to the movie, and when I returned there was this piece of paper in the windshield. Somebody, somebody who carries an agenda, has sacrificed his or hers 25, 26 and 27 October 2008 to update on the happenings of today, 13 July of the same year! While I was probably blissfully unaware and spending in the Levi’s store, or better yet, missing on a few action scenes of the movie, unsuccessfully looking for my keys under my seat of the movie theater, a car scratched mine in the parking lot.
“[license plate number]
The car with this license number has scratched the front of your car.
An anonymous witness”
Yes. It is really signed “an anonymous witness”! I don’t know if I should be thrilled there are still people who benevolently let you know about misfortunes that otherwise would pass us unnoticed, and thus uncelebrated, or worried that if ever I scratch’n'run there’s somebody to tell on me. For all I know the number can be wrong or totally made up. It’s just the care that is really scratched.
So here I go again. Hello police, hello insurance company. Author unknown. Higher bill next year. And the like. Joy to the world. The only vindication is the author unknown himself or herself will have to do pretty much the same.
Further philosophical considerations I won’t bother you with lead me to the conclusion. Savagery is more expensive. But civilization is more complicated. If you don’t have time or if you don’t want to take the time, you pay. Hence time is money.
