Confession

I may probably go to hell for this, so forgive me father, mother, brother, sister, and family pets and plants, for I think I’ve sinned. Sinned because recently, when a youngish guy who often takes the same bus I do in the morning successfully ran to catch it (quite a feat given his leg braces/crutches and the twisted legs that necessitate them), flopped down into a seat in front, and then talked the ear off of a woman passenger near him, laboring with a thick tongue over each word, all I could think was, “Thank god I sit in back.”