Breaking the Rules
I am a rule breaker. I have been ever since I can remember. I wasn’t invited back to boarding school the next year (9th grade) because as an 8th grader, I persuaded my friends to ride bikes into town with our hair in curlers (not allowed) and then arrive back a half hour after the bell rang for dinner. As a 10th grader at another boarding school, my boyfriend found a way to break me out of my dorm room so that we could sneak to the meadow and kiss under the stars. In 12th grade when I was back at my public school, my friends and I frequently left campus at lunch (not allowed). Now in my sixties, I am bringing my dog with me everywhere I go, even when dogs are not allowed.
I am a rule breaker. I will sneak off campus. I will sneak my dog Georgia into a Broadway show and take her with me to rock concerts. I will make a U-turn in the middle of the street when it says no U-turns when I deem it safe. I will bring dark chocolate and red wine into a movie theater when I know the rules forbid it. I will open a Facebook account for my dog when it is not permitted.
I am a rule breaker, but I will not take advantage when it comes to money. I will pay my fair share. You say, “It is nice that money can afford me some degree of luxury . It should also afford me to have some mercy in my heart and a degree of tolerance if not generosity for the next guy.” If you really feel like this, why don’t you offer to pay “the next guy’s” plane ticket? When I have mercy, I offer my help. I donate money through GoFundMe or call the vet’s office and ask them to charge me for a friend’s dog’s surgery or offer a loan.
Sitting in a seat on the airplane or theater or sneaking into the $2,000 a night hotel suite when you only paid $150 is not only cheating; it is stealing, in my opinion.