An old woman slows me down.
She fills her car.
Behind her I wait.
She gets back in.
The file cap open.
I'm running late.
Should I let her leave?
No I can't it would be wrong.
A tap on her window.
No nod from a passerby.
Respect in his eye.

I do this for me.
Not to be thanked.
I do this for me.
For no one else....