This afternoon, I went to the market. As I was locking my car, I noticed an old man in the driver’s seat of a van. His head was down, as if sleeping, and my idle mind thought “Oh, he’s probably having a nap, waiting on the wife.”
In about fifteen minutes, I came back out. He was still in the same position, so I went over to his window to check on him. He had a book propped up against his steering wheel, and looked as if he might have fallen asleep while reading. I stood there for another minute or so, to see if he was breathing, and he was. I left without trying to wake him up.
My wife said I should have. I think she was right.