The following incident took place after I just came home from doing some necessary food shopping on June 1st, 2009 around 4:30pm e.s.t :
I am drinking my newly purchased coffee and the cats are eating their newly purchased dry food as I am surfing the net for entertainment.
Suddenly there is a frantic knock at the door.
I open the door and it is Jimmy, the fortyish functioning alcoholic ex con of a neighbor who is still on the extension of his unemployment and "looking" for work.
But a decent human being nonetheless, and actually a trustworthy friend.
As I open the door he is standing in the rain on my porch, no shirt, no shoes, wearing shorts and an orange baseball cap on with a look of tense concern as if some dire emergency is in play and I get the sense that there might be some life or death situation that he has found himself caught up in or something serious has just happened.
He says with a serious look "Dude, ya gotta do me a favor."
"What?" I ask.
"you gotta give me some shit paper."
I was confused and didn't think I heard him correctly.
"Shit paper?" I asked.
"Yeah I need some toilet paper, just wrap a wad around your hand and give it to me, anything you can spare, I dont care!"
"Oh, toilet paper, sure I'll be right back"
I shut the door and went to the bathroom.
I opened the cabinet took out a roll and realized that because it was raining it needed to be wrapped in a plastic bag or something.
I took a plastic shopping bag off the floor, put the roll inside and tied it shut.
I opened the door and said, here ya go handing him the bag.
"Thanks" he said,"Ill bring it back to you when I'm done."
"No no, dont worry keep it" I said
"I dont want it - It's yours."
There is a brief moment of silence as Jimmy stands there and holds the bag in both hands he suddenly twitches as if he has received some kind of electric shock and a look of horror passes his face, I dont think I've ever seen him so scared before.
His eyes grow wide and he blurts out:
"I gotta go!"
and he runs away across the street back to his trailer kind of hunched over and looking like some sort of fat hedgehog while the sky pours down rain.
I shut the door and laughed to myself.
I don't know why this incident made me laugh, it just did, I couldnt help it.
Am I a bad person for thinking this was funny?
Am I going to hell when I die?
Labels: commentary, guilt, reality