How Thoughtless

Pop was a very thoughtful person.

Pop didn’t use cell phones. He was old school. The kids thought he’d popped his mind and was as phony as they come. “The next big thing after cell phones and you invented it but won’t use it? Why not? Show it to us and prove it.”

Pop didn’t even own a car. “Too many accidents for my taste. You can’t be too car-full, kids.” Mom thought he husbanded their resources a bit too much. She was ready to tell him to hit the road.

Pop didn’t tell anybody that he could read their minds. He’d run across the way to do it while riding his bike to the grocery store. It had been food for thought.

Pop was doing his best to stay calm. “Mind? I don’t mind,” He told his wife and kids as they kept bothering him about his new, faster, and easier way of communicating one’s thoughts to others.

Pop had run across the way to do it by exercising his thoughts while biking back home. He’d brained himself while ignoring a low lying branch.

Pop said, “Just keep your thoughts to yourselves,” to his kin. He wished they would. Knowing what others were thinking made him realize how thoughtless they really could be.

Pop finally gave in. Their nagging had become unbearable. He brained them all. Surprised, Pop saw they never minded any better than before. People stay pretty much the same no matter how they communicate.

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