Logic, the Apple Cart and Harleys

Logic has told me since I was a child, don’t upset the apple cart. After 9x years of school and subsequent 9x +y years of work at the same job, as well as x years on a business of my own, I have come to the conclusion that perhaps I should have screwed logic. It wasn’t my apple cart, they weren’t my apples.... but I made a darn fine pie for someone..... Perhaps I should have shaken the cart, kicked it.... knocked it over? But logic tells me even now that I would have bruised the apples or damaged the cart, and I still wouldn't want to be a party to that. Oh well... it doesn't matter now.... Even if I could summon the strength to knock the cart over, I wouldn’t be able to afford paying for the damaged apples or the cart anyhow. Sad, but true.

So.... pushing the apple cart to the side, I see a row of Harleys lined up along a sidewalk, and the evil little voice on my right shoulder whispers “go ahead, do it.... just try to push them over.” Logic on the left screams “Noooooo....” Well.... I doubt now that I would have the gumption to even consider it, let alone do it, nor the strength to push them over, and.... even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to run away fast enough.

So you see....logic always wins.