Woman walks into my shop, we talk about the weather as we work together on her piece. I agree with her, it’s cool but nice enough it being November after all.
She opens up the door to leave and for five minutes tries to urge a fly to fly outside. "I’m supposed to be green," she tells me. "As much as I want to save your life you must cooperate," she tells the fly. He flies out eventually, tired of being chased from here to there by her insistent hand. He’s narrowly avoided being killed by me instead. Smug, she finally leaves and shuts the door.
Moron. It takes about a half an hour of cranked up heat to replace the cold air she’s let in.
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Of course you stood there, taking in the mythological import of it all.
Guess she didn’t realize the obvious that comes with “true” empanthy/understanding/moral obligation. The fly was inside because its too cold outside for a fly.
Oops, typo. That should have been “empathy” rather than “empanthy”.