Tuesday, March 20, 2018
SLICE #20: In which I am not a very nice person.
Three of us are walking out of Spanish class.
I have had a 14 hour day.
I am tired.
I still have several more hours of work when I get home.
My head aches, as it always does after Spanish class.
I have done way too much thinking.
A woman approaches us.
Her car is dead. She needs someone to jump her. She has her own jumper cables.
D, one of my classmates says that she is driving a Hybrid car and doesn't think she can jump people.
C, the other woman walking out with us doesn't have her car. She is riding home with D.
I know I should offer to help, but I am so tired.
Before I can say anything, D jumps in.
"Our Spanish class is right in there," she says. "I'll bet someone in there can help you."
I wonder who might be able to help.
I picture L. She usually leaves her two small children at her sister's a few blocks away, then dashes away afterwards to pick them up.
I think of Bex, our instructor, who has bronchitis and has coughed her way through class.
I slide by quietly without saying anything.
I know I should offer to help.
But I don't.
Instead, selfishly, I get into my car and drive away.
Wondering why I don't offer to help.
Wondering why I am not a little nicer.