Mar
30
How I Became That Guy
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An observation: perspective changes everything.
I was up north packing up the old house last week. Around noon, the potential buyer was coming over to review some things with the home inspector, so I thought it prudent to remove our nutty dogs from the premises for awhile. Also, it was time for lunch and I’d already finished off the bag of double stuf (TM) minto Oreos in the pantry.
So I loaded the dogs in the car and hit the road. I had an hour to kill and figured I’d pick up some food and drive around town. They’re had been a development boom of sort since we left and I wanted to see what changed.
I was driving my wife’s SUV, a necessary departure from my more fuel efficient car. You can’t fit many boxes in a compact car. Especially with two nutty dogs. I pulled into Wendy’s, treating myself to some fast food, and then set about exploring town.
Development in Ohio follows the same rules, the same restaurants crowding along the highway so that each exit is indistinguishable from the last. I was happy to see some non-franchise establishments cropping up here and there. I was also to see a little economic development coming to the little town that had lost so much commerce to Columbus to the south.
However, I found myself driving around town in a giant SUV while shoving trans-fat laden fast food in my face. Just driving and eating with no destination, killing time and emitting carbon. I didn’t see my action for what it was until a guy pulled up next to me in a Honda Insight hybrid at a traffic light. He was a young guy, fit and environmentally responsible. I was the portrait of American waste.
I wondered for a second if the universe was in danger, as if the close proximity of light and dark forces might create a black hole or something.
The I just shrugged, killed the rest of my Diet Coke, and pulled into a gas station.
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