As a proud infanteer, I like to think I have a keen eye for "finishing off" the opposition. I however feel I may soon have to change to the RAChD as today I have allowed compassion to get the better of me and missed an easy target. Whilst driving through the rain, I spied on of our less fortunate Scopers strolling down the road. Swaggering like some over-fed blob of dribble and slobber, I could not fail to giggle. Resplendant in a brown cagool and mid-calf slacks topped off with white socks, he embodied everything that is comical about these Joeys. At once, I saw my opening. Quick as a flash, I realised that with our current velocities, we would pass each other in the killing area. The killing area happened to be a large puddle in the gutter. I could not miss. My mouth went dry with anticipation of being able to observe his spazzy fit in the rear-view mirror. Totop if off, a group of school boys lurked near-by and they would could not fail to think it the coolest thing ever. However as I nurchered my panzar towards the puddle I was overcome with pity. At the last second I swerved to save the mong from a soaking. What is wrong with me? I missed a classic comedy opening and allowed someone less fortunate than myself to pass by without embarrissing him further. I feel less than a man. I will try to make ammends by kicking a cat or sexually degrading the missus but forever will I know that for once I was weak. I need help. Advice please.