― As I was finishing up some errands, I weaved through the parking lot in route to my vehicle when I passed a car with a note on the windshield. For a split second, I found myself looking towards the note as if to see if I could read what the gist of it entailed. Had someone hit their car? Perhaps a friend saying "Hi!"? Was someone mad about their parking? Then it hit me. That wasn't my car, nor my note, therefore none of my business. I summoned myself back to my world and continued on my way. [...].