I was walking into the building this afternoon, when I noticed a girl coming in behind me grasping a 24-pack of Diet Coke. She was fairly petite, so this was a substantial load. I held the door for her. “Thanks!!” she squeaked.
“No problem,” I say.
“This is so lucky! I didn’t know how I was going to get in! My hands are full!”
“How far up are you going?”
“Your lucky day! Me too,” I say with a little laugh. She laughs too.
“Yeah, they had the 24 on sale at Jewel, and I just thought it would be better to buy the big one! But you have to carry it all the way up — not a good idea!”
“Ha– yeah, it always seems like a good idea at the time, doesn’t it? ‘Oh, I’ll just check out all ten of these library books right now…!'”
At this point, I’m opening the fourth floor door and watching her go through. She gives me this weirded-out look like I’ve just mentioned how much I like eating poo and then proceeds to laugh herself the opposite direction down the hall. “Uh, what?!”
I guess that temptation isn’t quite as universal as I was counting on it to be.