I try to be a good person and I try to do the right thing, but sometimes in my quest to be honest I get kicked in the nuts.
A couple of weeks ago I got kicked in the nuts, and my nuts are still sore.
Let me tell you my tale of woe…
I ordered a three-month supply of daily contact lenses from my eye doctor. Shortly thereafter a package arrived with my three-month supply. I was happy. My eyes were thrilled. I now could wear funky fun and colorful sunglasses.
Then a week later another package arrived with another three-month supply of contacts.
The Devil on my left shoulder kept yelling, “Bingo! Three months free!” whereas the Angel on my right shoulder kept singing in a high pitched falsetto, “A decent man would do the right thing!”
I kept vacillating between right and wrong, and with each vacillation the difference between wrong and right blurred. Should I? Shouldn’t I?
This inner struggle was overwhelming so I reached out to my friends for advice and soon realized all my friends are devils… well, not all my friends… one friend appealed to my suburban Catholic upbringing and asked, “How were you raised?” Then I thought of my dead mother looking down from Heaven, shaking her head, and saying, “I didn’t raise you to do the wrong thing.”
I was blinded by the light of a do-right Angel.
I called the eye doctor’s office and confessed I received a second package. I foolishly assumed they would embrace my honesty and send me a pre-paid return receipt. I was so wrong.
The woman in the office, who normally was a nice person, gave me bad attitude. She wanted me to hand deliver the package to them even though she knew I’m working 12-hour days and cannot get there. I work in one direction and her office is in the other.
When I suggested she send me a pre-paid return label she refused to pay for the postage.
I calmly reminded her I did not order the second package. It was their error (probably hers) and not mine, but she still refused to pay the postage. Refused!
Back and forth and back and forth we’ve gone and it’s still not resolved. All this over a pre-paid postage label.
This has certainly taught me a harsh life-lesson: No good deed goes unpunished.
I can see clearly now… and what I see is that I need a new eye doctor.