Some folks are able to sloop through life without employing any hint of sincere apology.
They pay little heed to how they are unintentionally influencing others and the odd time when they do
sense that a wet blanket may have been tossed onto someone’s parade they instantly
begin smoothing things over in their own mind by turning a couple of tables
so that the supposedly injured party is now sitting in the owner’s seat.
The menace of these jerks is not that they barge through the ocean
of existence without ever getting the slightest bit damp them
selves but the toll of their constant Game On and how it
swamps every marginal dog paddler trailing along in
their wake. Our only hope of ever surviving the
ruthless insensitivity of such an audacious
rippler is for everyone else in the sea to
realize that from cappy’s boathouse
position only ahead is observable
so everyone behind for certain
risks being drowned and has
only themselves to call to
for help and will make
it only by supplying
their own life vest
& getting it on.
Thank you, friend.
Party, where you at?