I’m a man. I live my days in a way that makes me feel good at the end. I try not to hurt people, I don’t get road rage, I don’t throw bacon at vegans any more. I avoid temptation, I don’t notice beautiful women walking around, I don’t pay attention to the crazy people screaming about buy this new religion or taco. But I can only walk past so many forklifts with keys in them before I jump in an drive one and get stopped by an employee.