Where Has My "Outrage" Gone?
We generally arrive downtown via our mass transit line and walk through the core area to the Willamette River waterfront. I love the walk and that beautiful urban area between Goose Hollow past the city library and beautiful shopping areas. It is home so what can I say.
Yesterday we stopped at a brewpub a couple of blocks from the brewfest to have a small dinner before heading home. We were willing to wait for a table outside. It was a beautiful day. I had a double plate of appetizer tacos and settled back to finish my glass of wine.
The rental bikes that are the new rage here in Portland were everywhere and traffic was being very cautious because of it. The world passed at our feet.
A red Toyota was parked directly in front of us and I remember noticing the beautiful wax job and how immaculate it was. The owner of the car was about to drive away when another man dressed in running clothes hurried to catch the car before it drove away.
There, not ten feet from me a drug deal was completed and the buyer turned away avoiding our eyes. The dealer didn't even change expressions as he pulled out into traffic.
My husband and I looked at each other and neither of us changed expressions either. It was at that moment that I wondered where my sense of outrage had gone. In fact, I took another drink of wine and continued to enjoy our day out.
Don't you find that interesting? What is happening to us? Hmmmmm!