Blind Spot

When I’m driving and come up to an intersection where a man who has fallen on hard times is standing with a cardboard sign, I make sure I stop the car in such a way that the blind spot where the windshield meets the door is blocking my face, so he can’t make eye contact with me. I’m not a bad person, am I? I just don’t like getting dirt on my shoes — you can’t wash shoes.

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