Anywho, this morning I decided to walk to the grocery store. At around a quarter to eight I passed a late model Subaru parked at the curb with its headlights on and the engine running. I also thought it odd that the windows were half fogged. Curious, I walked nearer and spied 3 college guys either sleeping or dead, which I guess is kind of an eternal sleep, but no matter. At this point, I also noticed that all the windows were wound up. the windows were mostly steamed up but, I could easily see someone in the driver's seat, passenger seat and a third person lying across the back seat covered with a light colored jacket. I pondered for a moment as to whether or not I should do something. Who knows how long they had been there or if their sleep was temporary? I decided that if the lights were still on and the engine was as well still running; and they weren't parked in a closed garage, they were mostly just sleeping off last night's festivities rather than risking a D.W.I. violation. I thought that I would take the same way back and check on them.
I continued on with my walk for about a half block until Annoying-Moral-Les surfaced. I went back. Three taps on the window woke the driver and the passenger next to him stirred as well. He rolled down the window, "Hey dude, what's up?" I told him that he shouldn't have the engine running with the windows wound up while he and his friends were asleep. "Okay, dude" he said as he smiled broadly and wound the window up while reclining and turning the headlights off at the same time. His driver's side passenger had already returned to his slumber (my) mid-sentence. The passenger in the back seat had never moved during this exchange. I continued onward believing that a cop would pass by and I could tell that person.
What was my responsibility here? I continued on my way. A couple blocks up I passed a middle-aged guy running. I stopped him and shared my tale. He said that he would look out for the car. As well, I kept an eye peeled for a cop car, but did not see one either coming or going to the store. An hour and a half later I walked back that way and fortunately, they had gone. I share this tale in that it was a moral dilemma of sorts. How much of a keeper are we to be to our brother? If three adults drink to excess and end up in a bad situation, is it our responsibility to in effect care more than they do and "save" them. I am uncertain of a definitive answer here and welcome your comments.
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