I was at the Food-Mart again today — not that there are any other options, it's either that or drive thirty minutes to the next town over, and honestly, the gas prices, you know? — and I saw this older woman, probably like my grandmother's age, maybe a bit younger, drop something. It was a jar, I think, maybe pickles? Anyway, she was just standing there, kind of hunched over, trying to get someone's attention, and people were just... walking around her, like she was invisible, like she wasn't even there. And I didn't do anything. I just kept walking, pretending I didn't see it, because what was I supposed to do, pick up her dropped pickles? God, I just feel so, so angry about it. At her, for being so helpless, and at myself, for being such a coward.