Morning Run... #2

Another morning run. It was 7am or so, maybe before 8am.

Walking back home, there was an old man with a stack of cardboard boxes. On top of that was a trash bag full of empty aluminium cans. The cans fell over from the stack of cardboards, both of which added up to his height. I thought of going over to help him out, but he picked the trash bag up while holding onto the stack of cardboard all by himself.

Walked a bit further down, and there was this handicapped middle-aged man on the road. He wasn't in a car but was in a wheelchair. He only had one arm and one leg, and he was kicking himself forward, rolling forward in his wheelchair alongside the double yellow lines. I thought of going over to help him out, but he seemed to be managing well.

Walking yet a bit further down, I saw this old man on a old 70's bicycle. He was cycling along a jogging path, and the path was slightly upslope, maybe 5' or so. He was clenching his teeth gums, and trying very hard to cycle up the gentle slope. I thought of going over to help him out, but he seemed to be managing well.

I watched him reach the top of the slope, tired and breathless, as he started to use his legs to push himself on his bicycle forward.

All of this happened within a span of 30 minutes.

Morning Run... #1

Early morning 6am. Woke up for a morning run. Came back around 7:15am or so. Waited for elevator.

Two women, and a man was waiting for the lift. Lift door opens, two women goes in, presses their own floors, and leans against the back of the lift, arms folded.

Lift has a short delay before the doors automatically closes. Instinct tells me the door is gonna close on me, because the two lazy bitches refuse to hold the lift door open. Hand goes out and smacks the lift door opens.

Ugly glare at two bitches, who by now, is giving the "I didn't do anything wrong so don't look at me" look.

What's wrong with this world.