shoulder morals

last week i was biking to work. i saw one of those six-pack plastic ring thingys on the sidewalk, just waiting to choke a bird. my shoulder angel and demon popped up on their respective shoulders.

shoulder angel: becca, stop. pick that up and rip it apart.
should demon: you're already late for work.
s.a.: choking birds.
s.d.: you'd have to get off your bike, then get back on your bike...
s.a.: choking birds! don't be a lazyass!
me: gahhh! i'm late for work, i'll pick it up on my way home...if it's still there...if i remember...blast, i wish i had never seen that plastic ring thingy.

and i secretly knew i was going to forget on the way home. and i did.

and then i had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week that included: work drama, missing deadlines, losing keys, people drama, collections, and a terrible sickness. and probably a dead bird somewhere.

and then the other day i was walking down the sidewalk and, lo and behold! the same plastic ring thingy! in the same spot, right where i left it. i picked that shit up and ripped every ring before throwing it away.

when i go home, my boss emailed me that she had found my keys.

just waiting for the rest of the goodies to roll in...

*sigh*

oh life, sometimes i wish you worked like this for real. usually i'm glad you don't. sometimes i'm really mad when you don't. or when you do. i'm always sad when birds get strangled.