I Don't Like Cars, But This Guy Does

At the exact same moment, we both were suddenly overcome with this awful feeling that there was something very bad and wrong about what we were doing. I just remember thinking, all right, i don't about cars getting little dings and dents, but this guy does. Is that wrong? Somehow i don't think that's wrong. And also, is this little tiny negotiation that we're in really worth all this fury and rage and shame that i'm whipping up and sending in his direction? So i did what rational person would do in this situation. I started crying, and i hid under my bed. Then i started calling philosophy professors and asking them to talk this out with me.