What's Wrong With The World

While standing at the counter today, I watched a guy pull into the parking lot at the shop. He proceeded to drive his newish- looking Nissan truck directly into one of the bright yellow concrete poles protecting the building. He backed up slightly, got out of the truck and checked out the damage. I could see he was wearing a rather large Bluetooth in his ear, but he was not talking on it. Next, he got his brand new Specialized Sirrus out of the bed of the truck and struggled to get in the door of the shop with the bike in hand. I was thinking he might have trouble with the door, so I walked over to help him inside. He told me that he wanted to have the bar ends wrapped with bar tape. I thought this was a silly request, but kept my opinion to myself. Looking at the cyclometer, I could see that the bike had only twenty miles on it. He told me to go ahead and check it over while it was in. After some brief conversation, the guy turned to leave. He put his hand on the door handle and pulled. The door didn’t move. He pulled again and jiggled the handle. Still nothing. The third time he pulled on the handle, I started to tell him, but he changed over to pushing. The door opened, and he left. I would estimate that my salary is less than a quarter of what this guy makes working for the State Police. I will now commence drinking heavily to try to balance out a world that can be this askew. And if I drive later, I hope it’s him that pulls me over.