The Label on His Shirt

While climbing the escalator on the way up to the office, I saw an Indian man wearing a t-shirt that still had the sizing label on the back of his collar. I contemplated whether I should tell him about it. After a few seconds of contemplation, I thought he could go fuck himself. I made my choice and I will live with it. The karmic system might indeed come back to haunt me for this, and I will then look back on this moment and wish that someone had been to me what I wasn't to him: courteous.