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Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Not too mature
So picture this. I go to the big box store and see some older guy fetching stray grocery carts. He’s wearing the little company vest and a big frown. Recognizing the guy, I realize he’s a man who once snubbed me back when I was going through hard times.
Now a mature person wouldn’t gloat over another’s misfortune. Lucky for me, I’m not that mature and can gloat. In fact, I rather enjoyed myself. So I’m not perfect.
Maybe it runs in the family. My favorite uncle once backed out of a business deal because he thought it was too shady. The guy told my uncle he had no guts. Weeks later my uncle saw the guy being led away in hand cuffs. “So long guts!” my uncle shouted at the guy as the cops hauled him away.
We’d all like to think the universe is fair: the good are rewarded and the bad are punished. That’s one theory. Another theory is that the universe has a twisted sense of humor. Some days that’s the second theory fits the facts better.
A buddy of mine was fired from a job. A few years later he was at a company interviewing people to be his assistant. The guy who fired him had applied for the job. Imagine the guy’s face when he discovered who he had to interview with.
There’s a saying that you should be careful how you treat people on your way to the top. You’ll meet them on the way down.
Once in a while life gives you these little presents. Hope you aren’t so mature that you don’t enjoy them.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.