Survival of the Fittest

I preface this with, we all have done or will do stupid things in our lifetimes. Some of us are lucky, some of us, not. I will say that having your wits about you goes along way to keeping you alive. I have worked for almost 18 hours straight and been up for well over 36 in a row. It happens. I have been intoxicated (shhhh....don't tell). I have done things that might have left me a bit un-prepared to make good decisions. I think almost all of us have taken medicine that has left us a bit loopy. We all understand what that feels like.

Sometimes I'm left wondering, though, how people actually survive when they are just stupid and not impaired. I wandered around London today, did some window shopping...looked for cute stuff for the nephews...bought more music...nothing major. Two of the High Streets were shut to vehicular traffic...so made for a mad house of people...but was fun to be out and about in the midst of it. Anyway...I was headed out to dinner and standing in the tube station, waiting for the next train, which according to the sign was approaching. On one side of me there was a dad and his young son in a stroller and on the other, two very blonde women (in every sense of the word). You can see the lights of the train pulling into the station. You can hear it. The TFL man is starting to make the announcements (you know about letting passengers off first, etc). That's when these two women lean over the edge of the platform...why do you ask? They saw a mouse. I get it...there's intrigue there. As my friend Richie would say...bright...shiny. (not that a mouse is either of those things...but the rule is the same). The train is pulling into the station girls...you're going to have your heads taken off. Ughhh. Being the safety guy that I am, I say to them...the train is pulling into the station, you're going to get hit. They laugh...that valley girl/annoying/I want to slam your head into concrete laugh. Then they get annoyed. We know they say. Well then...why the hell did you stick your head over the platform where it could be crushed by the oncoming train? Ughhh...survival of the fittest. I tell you, if I wasn't wearing my expensive leather jacket and if the child next to me were asleep and not have been witness, I would have kept my mouth shut and just dealt with the mess.