Where did our sense of responsibility go?

If I hit your car because I'm not paying attention, I hope I'll be a big enough person to own up.

If you build a fence for me and it's in the wrong place, I hope you'll fix it.

Today I want to Reid Cleaners on Guad to drop off a sweater and a wool blanket. The woman greeted me pleasantly. She printed out what looked like a credit card receipt and asked me to sign it. While doing so she told me that Reid Cleaners was not responsible for any damages to household articles. My signature on the slip was meant to signify my agreement.

I signed it because I didn't want to go somewhere else. I think my responsibility is to call the main office and tell Reid that I will never patronize their shop again.

But here's the thing-if I take a perfectly good, albeit dirty, garment to the dry cleaners and it gets ruined who's responsibility is it? I'm thinking it's the dry cleaner's. Yet they've told me in advance that it's not.

What a mess. There's so much to comment on here about the cleaners, the country, my neighbor, myself that I think I'll just let it all go. But it's something to think about-Where did our sense of responsibility go?

But as Lefty Frizzell would say,

She's gone, gone, gone
gone, gone, gone.
cryin' won't bring her back.