In front of me at the drive-through is a pristine 2007 Ford Mustang. It’s burgundy with a black ragtop. The woman behind the wheel wears designer sunglasses and a ring on every finger. I notice these things as I watch her brush her great big hair with well-practiced flourishes. I’m bored. My attention starts to wander and eventually settles on the Mustang’s customized license plate frame. It reads:
HE BOUGHT IT, BUT LOOK WHO GOT IT!
At times like these it's difficult for me not to resort to cheeky judgmentalism. I have to work very hard at reminding myself that I don’t have the whole story. Maybe this woman isn’t the soul-sucking professional divorcée I imagine her to be and is instead burdened by an impotent husband who can’t go two seconds without informing the world how he possesses everything.*
*sigh* Sadly, a scenario like this seems to always get me bashing on one person or another. I clearly have some more meditating to do on the nature of vanity. And hypocrisy.
But what I’d really like to find an answer to is why someone would be wearing sunglasses at 5:39 in the morning. That one might forever elude me.
*Everything, that is, except contentment, personal dignity and the respect of his peers.