The other day I was walking from my office to Lindsey’s office and I saw out of the corner of my eye a teenager putting one of those pre-written graffiti stickers on the side of a bus. This was at a busy intersection at 5pm on a weekday and nobody (including me) said anything. I wish I had. At the time, I was in a hurry and anyway taken by surprise by what he did and wasn’t thinking fast enough. But the light took long enough to turn green that I had time to mull it over and still failed to say anything.
What would I have said? I’m not sure, but even winging it would have been better. Anyway, I was morally obligated to. It made me feel in some small way like a failure.
