There's a part
of me that doesn't come out very often.
A part that I sometimes
wish wasn't there.
It's not a terribly
nice part of me, but it has its uses.
We were arguing about alimony
. A trivial
subject, perhaps, but one that we all had strong
, and different
, feelings about. The outcome, as with most arguments on this sort of thing, was ambiguous
. I was fairly irritated, though. And it must have showed.
One of the women
who works here, currently in a sort of quasi-training state, took offense
when I said that if I were involved in a divorce, I would never
"You can't say that, you never know what you would do in a situation
till you were in it!" That argument
has always grated on my nerves. I have
what I consider a very strong code of morals
, and it always irritates me when I'm told I might do something I say I won't. Probably why 'potential rapist
' pisses me off too.
So I turned on her. "Would you kill
"Well, maybe, in the right..."
"Would you rob a convenience store
?" I was relentless, advancing, backing her into a corner
without moving a step. "Would you commit fraud
? Hit a priest? Lie to your mother? Write a bad check
?" She was speechless at this point. "Would you molest a toddler
I was ice
. I was cold
. And I reveled in it.
She managed a stammered "Of course not!"
"But how can you know
? How can you know until you've been in a situation
where there was some motivation to molest a toddler?"
"Don't give me that situation
crap, gal. There are things we KNOW
we won't do, no matter what the situation."
I turned, walked away.
She didn't say a word.