Stuck in traffic, to the airport. Home, Toto, Home!

Trying to ignore the man scratching at the car window, trying to interest me in a badly battered, origins unknown bottle of "mineral water."

I am already on the way home, I should give him all the change I have in my pocket.

I gingerly reach for the car window's button with my right hand as and with my left, tried to empty my pocket of change.

Almost immediately, I hear a click of car windows being locked. I looked at my driver, he was shaking his head "NO"!

The man outside is still scratching pathetically at my window. My driver is looking at me through his rear view mirror with Clint Eastwood eyes, daring me to open the window.

I struggle with my conscience; my safety or someone else's survival for the day?

Oh, joy! Traffic clears, and the car speeds off, leaving the man to scratch at another car's window.

I crank up the AC, snuggle into the comfortable seat and smugly congratulat myself for thinking charitable thoughts.

The path to the airport is paved with good intentions.
(@BlackBerry)