I was walking down to Ah Liki Wholesale on Vaea Street. It was a hot day, but I was enjoying the walk through town. I thought this would be good time to go down to Pasi's Three Corner and take a picture of the "Don't Speed, You Idiot" sign, which I've seen a few times, but never had my camera with me to shoot it.

On the way down there, just past the Mid-City Cinema, this guy starts falling in step with me and he wants to chat. All the usual questions. Where are you going? Where are from? How long you been here? Do you have a girlfriend? Do you like Samoan girls? While I'm trying to answer this guy's questions, I'm not paying much attention to where I'm stepping and I stub my toe worse than I ever have in my life. It doesn't help that I'm wearing crappy, worn-down jandals. The front of my right toe takes the brunt of the impact. I look down and see the blood spreading before I feel the pain. The pain is intense, but for some reason, comes slowly. I start limping towards the sign. I feel like an idiot and I'm not even speeding.

It's at times like these that I wonder about the decisions I make and the consequences that follow. I'm not talking about important things here. I'm talking about normal, everyday decisions that bring about horrible consequences, followed by the inevitable second guessing. Why did I decide to walk down to the corner? Why today? Why did I talk to that guy? Why didn't concentrate on where I was walking? Why didn't I cross the street? If only I had stopped to look at the screening times at Mid-City, this might not have happened, and on, and on, ad infinitem.