It never seems to work out this way:

• In the midst of winter weather the likes of which we experienced yesterday, you’re taking your time on the roadways, traveling at a rate of speed at which you’re comfortable for the conditions.  In fact, everyone is pretty much doing 15mph in the 25mph zone…except for the dude behind you.  Mr. Impatient Man in his 4-wheel drive SUV doesn’t think it’s that bad out, can’t understand why you’re snailing it down Webster.  After riding your bumper for a half-mile, intermittently increasing and decreasing the distance between you, he angrily switches lanes and accelerates past.  A couple of blocks down the road you notice an SUV in the ditch.  Ha!  It’s the same guy.  Karma, baby!

Like I said, unfortunately, it never seems to work out that way.  Those people never end up in the ditch.  Mr. Speedy Pants, who rides your rear at 6mph over the posted limit because he has to go 75 in the 65, never gets pulled over. 

Well, yesterday, everything changed for me! 

The above story is absolutely true, except for the ditch part.  Dude just temporarily lost control, spun into the curb, and gave his rear axle a solid little love tap.  I didn’t think to myself “Oh no, I hope he’s OK.”  I didn’t stop to lend a hand, to inquire.  In fact, I drove by, honked my horn, and gave a little wave, grinning from ear to ear.  It felt fantastic.

Does that make me a bad person?