The Fire

Tonight Pal Mitzker was going to pick us up at a certain time and we were going to head over to the park to listen to blues music. But then M called and said there was a fire in her cul-de-sac and her car was blocked in and she couldn't make it. "Bummer!" I exclaimed. And she answered, "Yeah, I was really wanting to go out tonight." And then I added, "Well, geez, talk to you later. We'll be at the park if you can ever get out." And when I got off the phone, Husbandman said, "We could go pick her up. It would just take a minute." I burst out laughing because this act of consideration hadn't even occurred to me. Most of the time I think I'm pretty nice, but then I bump up against this type of event and I have to face the fact that I am not, at my very core, a good person. I'm okay with that, but it does surprise me a little bit. Because of my underlying assumptions.