Irony

A few days ago, I was driving out to a friend's lake cottage for jet-skiing and drinking. Not too far from my house, I slammed on the brakes as a chipmunk ran out into the road, crossing to the woods on the other side. I managed to slow down enough that it passed unscathed.

Accelerating again, the thought of chipmunks brought back all sorts of childhood memories... Chip and Dale from the Rescue Rangers, Alvin and the Chipmunks... I felt pretty good for myself, having spared the life of the poor little guy. After all, it was no trouble for me to slow down a bit for a fellow mammal. Yeah, I had done the right thing.

There was no one with me to confirm, but I'm sure I got that far-away look in my eye as I contemplated my good deed. I didn't literally pat myself on my back, but I sure was thinking it. A slight smile on my face, I nodded a bit and look to the road ahead.

...and on it was another chipmunk, of which I only had a glimpse before it disappeared under my right tire.