Maybe I'm a Jerk

As I was walking from the bus stop into the office this morning, I saw a guy wearing a Luke Ridnour Sonics jersey, and my first inclination was to say, "hey, the Seattle Sonics don't exist any more you idiot, why don't you move to Oklahoma City?" But before I opened my mouth, I realized he was a pretty big guy - maybe 6'2" 260 or so - and thought that if he took offense to my remarks and wanted to start a fight, I would end up exerting way more energy than I had planned on at this time of day. I sure don't need that in my life. And so I kept walking but began to wonder if maybe I'm a jerk. I pondered this for another block and that's when I saw an indigent man on the other side of the street wearing a plastic Safeway bag as a hat. I found that odd and it distracted me from thinking about being a jerk. I then turned the corner, briefly wondered how much longer I would wander around before extracting the pebble from my shoe (it wasn't a very big one, just mildly annoying) and then walked into my office where I will no longer have the opportunity to ponder whatever nonsense pops into my head. Maybe that's for the best, I don't really know. All I can say for certain is that once I arrived at my desk, I removed the pebble from my shoe and at least that won't concern me anymore.