a random incident in a parking lot
A man walks through the parking lot of a strip mall. There is a grocery store, a video store, a karate studio, a coffeeshop, an Asian restaraunt, a laundrymat. He walks among the parked cars on the way to his. He is Korean. He has two VHS tapes in a bag. Just before reaching his 1997 Toyota Corolla, he notices that the door to the gas tank of a neighboring Mecury Mountaineer is open. He closes it.
The owner of the Mountaineer returns from the karate studio where he has dropped off his son. He is still thinking of this evening's mail. His wife's doctor had recommended that she get something, some sort of brace, that she ended up never using. It was forgotten until tonight. An explanation of benefits from the insurance company stated that this item was not covered. Also, there was bill from the doctor. The owner of the Mountaineer suspects collusion.
He saw a small, Asian man fiddling near the back of his car. He ran over screaming, "Get the fuck away from my car!" The Korean, taken aback, instinctively stepped away from the car and the oncoming man while stuttering about how he was just closing the little door. At this point, however, any notion of Good Samaratanism was unable to penetrate. The entire altercation lasted less than half a minute. There was a shove, much deflated by the active retreat of the Korean.
At the same moment, a women walks out of the grocery store over the curb towards her car. The scuffle was far away from her, but the screaming and energy created a slight, distant buzz in the air which was felt. It was just enough of a distraction to cause her to look off in that general direction. In doing so, the rear wheels of her grocery cart leave the curb at small amount off of 180 degrees. The left rear wheel left the curb first, the front wheels turned drastically, the cart lurched clockwise and tipped. The right edge of the cart's handle hit the women's ankle, and she fell to the ground among her groceries.
Things could be worse, but they could also be better. Some people try to make things better, some don't. I want to make it better.
The owner of the Mountaineer returns from the karate studio where he has dropped off his son. He is still thinking of this evening's mail. His wife's doctor had recommended that she get something, some sort of brace, that she ended up never using. It was forgotten until tonight. An explanation of benefits from the insurance company stated that this item was not covered. Also, there was bill from the doctor. The owner of the Mountaineer suspects collusion.
He saw a small, Asian man fiddling near the back of his car. He ran over screaming, "Get the fuck away from my car!" The Korean, taken aback, instinctively stepped away from the car and the oncoming man while stuttering about how he was just closing the little door. At this point, however, any notion of Good Samaratanism was unable to penetrate. The entire altercation lasted less than half a minute. There was a shove, much deflated by the active retreat of the Korean.
At the same moment, a women walks out of the grocery store over the curb towards her car. The scuffle was far away from her, but the screaming and energy created a slight, distant buzz in the air which was felt. It was just enough of a distraction to cause her to look off in that general direction. In doing so, the rear wheels of her grocery cart leave the curb at small amount off of 180 degrees. The left rear wheel left the curb first, the front wheels turned drastically, the cart lurched clockwise and tipped. The right edge of the cart's handle hit the women's ankle, and she fell to the ground among her groceries.
Things could be worse, but they could also be better. Some people try to make things better, some don't. I want to make it better.
posted by sparklestone at 8:39 AM
5 Comments:
You are a beautiful person. The good energy you put out in the world helps that lady with the shopping cart on her foot. I don't know what good thing I did to find you, but I'm so glad you came across my path.
i don't know what that last "anonymous" was talking about. you better stay the heck away from my SUV, or you're really gonna get it. didn't you ever think that maybe by leaving the gas tank open, i am intentionally decreasing my gas mileage? can't a person just try to make things worse sometimes without everybody getting in their business?
Some people sparkle, some people don't. Here we have examples of both.
Having driven with my gas cap off, I realized my neglect when the "check engine" light came on. Let me say your story has caused me to check my own engine agian. I may be burning a little oil but a small price to pay for feeling alive. 9
Lemonade requires water, lemons, and sugar. For the love of cheese; what is Sparkle getting at here? These comments read like a therapy session that ends with a group hug. Cut the self serving comments. Folks,look at what Sparkle is saying. Like lemonade, you people want to focus on its sweetness. But that's not the point. Sparkle is reaching out to you. Sparkle isn't talking about a man with tapes, another with issues or a woman with groceries. Break it down. Man #1 is pushed by Man #2 and the woman falls. Its a lesson. Violence has unintended consequences. The woman is humanity. Her ackle is truth, her groceries are justice. On the ground together, they're compromised. Sparkle gives you lemonade and you gulp it down. Typical. Sparkle isn't here to offer you a drink, he is here to make you think.9
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