When I Am Dishonest

Sometimes I make choices that prompt people to openly point fingers and judge.  With a frown and a subtle shake of their head, they look at me as they ponder their dilemma: join me on the morally corrupt path or be honest and pay for their admission?  To this, I inevitably clarify, You may either be a free guest or pay $25.  If you're opting out of the guest option, the line is back THERE.  Not surprisingly, there has yet to be a single companion of mine who chose the line.

What I'm talking about is, of course, using an old corporate employee card for free admission to many of the local museums.  I don't feel particularly bad about it, but some think I should.  I recognize that it's dishonest to present myself as a current employee when I'm not.  But I've thought about this and you know what?  I don't care.  I'm comfortable letting a mega wealthy corporation act as my personal patron to the arts.  That is what wealthy families have done for ages, what they do now, and will continue doing so for centuries to come.  And rightly so.  That is more than ok with me.  This arrangement also helps make possible my humble donations to causes that are closer to my heart.  And here again, that is more than ok with me.