A toothache compelled me to visit a random rural dentist. I was an emergency appointment and his office graciously slipped me in between scheduled patients, but warned me to expect a significant wait.

I slunk into the stuffy waiting room, miserable.The room was hot, and too brightly lit by summer sun. Patients came and went while my jaw throbbed and I cast about desperately for a diversion.

I was staring down the barrel of two hour's wait. I did not want to be alone with my thoughts, since they were mostly about my tooth. So I turned to the only entertainment provided, a stack of worn "Where's Waldo?" books.


This was the first one, and I was relieved to find an outlet for my frustration and pain. The pages were tattered, the spine ripped, and I was obviously not the first person to try finding our professional perennial missing person.

Waldo was circled.

On every page, in every puzzle, someone had circled Waldo in pen.

The next book, too. All three books had been turned from "Where's Waldo?" into "Here's Waldo!"

Could the person before me maybe just tap Waldo with a fingertip? Smile at their personal achievement, maybe crow a little later to their friends? Circling it with pen had no point except to turn the book into a personal trophy and take it away from anyone who followed.

I've seen hugely selfish acts; life-ruining stuff, harrowing stories and the law or public opinion uses as a raw bludgeon to benefit one person and harm others. But this was breathtaking in its casualness. What was there to gain?

I spent the next couple of hours seeing if I could predict where a housefly would land next.

Source: https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-most-selfish-act-you-have-ever-witnessed


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