I am a terrible person — pretty much totally heartless and without compassion. I'm completely okay with this, and I really don't think about it all that often, but sometimes situations arise and the proof of my failure to be a decent human being is illustrated in vibrant color.

I was walking back from the grocery store today, my old lady babushka cart full of turkey meat and avocadoes and all things keto, when I turned a corner and spotted an old coworker coming out her apartment building.

A little over a month ago, I ran into this woman in the very same spot. On that occasion, she stopped me on the street to tell me all about how her wife of over 40 years had just left her. It was very sad and she cried. Hard. And loud. Right there on the street. It took me over t...

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