Perverse Pleasure

I have to admit it, I am a little bit evil. There are times I indulge in perverse pleasure. Let me explain.

Have you ever bought something at a Staples store with a credit card? After you swipe the card and you are ready to put it away the clerk says, “May I see the card?” My usual response is to flash it and say, “Can you see it now?” The startled look on the cashier’s face makes me laugh as I hand it to him/her. I don’t know why, but I get  a smidgen of pleasure in that instant of confusion.

On Sundays, I go to get groceries. There is not a lot of traffic on one particular road but there is a stoplight. I am on the less traveled road and the stoplight must have a sensor to let the busier road know someone is waiting to turn left. I look left, I look right, I wonder will the light turn and you have to stop? Often there is no traffic and no one is inconvenienced by the stoplight. But this week was different. Someone had to stop in both directions. I’m afraid I have to admit, there was a bit of a smirk on my face as I made my left turn. That’s perverse pleasure.