My friend asked me to get up early and take a ride downtown to photograph a building his company is doing some work on. I set the coffee maker to brew at an ungodly hour and while it kept its end of the bargain, I slumbered on past the time I should have been heading out the door. I barely had time for a quick cup and thought to myself, it's times like these when a fella could really use a travel mug.
The reason for the early trek into town was that today is a big charity hoo-ha day in the city.
There are all sorts of fun runs and walks going on like the AIDS walk and the Terry Fox run. I support charities to the point of handing over cash enough to quell my conscience but the rest of the time, I'm like the Sarah Jessica Parker character in The First Wives Club. I fell in love a little when I heard her ask about a benefit that was underway -- Is it just a lot of battered women dancing?
You see, I want to help more, I want to be hands on, get up close and personal and really make a difference. But then someone like this bum shows up.
Come on man, don't you own a mirror?
I can't work with someone who's not willing to take care making sure their pants are the right length.
Doesn't everyone know that the cornerstone of civilization starts with the pants?
Some people clearly are just not worth helping.