I try to be a good person, but sometimes my wicked nature wins through. In this case, it was the surge of evil glee with which I watched a woman not make it to the train, as we pulled away. I had seen her coming across the parking lot as the train pulled up, dragging her feet and shaking her expensive coat around her shoulders as through this pitiful stroll were the fastest she could be obliged to move. I had known then that only the pity of the conductors would let her on the train. See, if you’re in the parking lot and you see the train pull up, you run, and even still you only make it if they see you sprinting and have pity. This woman had the haughty foot-scraping shuffle of someone who couldn’t be troubled, and so she was left.
I try to have compassion for all sentient beings, but sometimes nature wins.
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