It’s been a week since Valentine’s Day. Actually if you count the week leading up to the day, I’ve been observing Valentine’s for a while. Our college cupid surprised us the Monday before Valentine’s Friday with a lovely heart-shaped box of candy. I retrieved mine out of my box, removed the cellophane wrap as I walked to the elevator and in the elevator opened the box. “Wow! Chocolate! No lollipop, no sugar hearts with little messages on them!” I fairly exclaimed. Then, I realized, there were students in the elevator enjoying my delight. (No, it didn’t even occur to me to offer them one. Perhaps this post is about other sins other than temptation. Read on.) I walked to the car smiling and thinking about still one more reason I enjoy working at my college. They actually had given us chocolate, a box of chocolates! Thank you, Cupid.
Okay, now it’s Wednesday after Valentine’s, five days after VD and a full week and a half since the chocolate morsels were placed in our boxes….yum, mine are all gone now. Office buddy and I couldn’t help noticing all the un-retrieved heart-shaped boxes of chocolate. Although we are constantly reminded to check our boxes, I guess judging by the boxes about 50% do.
“Do we dare help ourselves to a box?” office buddy asked.
“You know, I’ve been thinking the s-a-m-e thing,” I responded. “But I just can’t. It’s like sitting at a red light at an intersection at 11:30 PM at night coming home from a party or event. There are no cars in sight, do I choose to just “run” the red light?”
Government professor office buddy added. “You know most people follow our rules and laws most of the time.”
“Most of the time?” I considered the implications of that part of her statement.
“But I just can’t run a light…or
steal help myself to a box of chocolates.” Then I asked her, “Have you ever been to the public library, an old one that’s been open for decades and seen a book that was last checked out in the ’60’s or ’50’s?”
“Yes, or hardly checked out at all over the years,” she commented.
“Have you ever just wanted
to take the book to give it a home on your bookshelf?”
“You forget one thing,” she reminded me, “those books may be old, they may have been overlooked, but you know they have been touched by technology as librarians place security chips in them. Bells and buzzers would be sounding when you walk out the door.”
“You’re right. So is it the
fear knowledge of bells and buzzers that keeps me honest?”
Then, the office assistant walked in, surveyed all those boxes of unclaimed chocolates and started taking them out stacking them into a box.
“Hey, you all, if you’d like a box of chocolates, help yourself!”