I was just stopped at an intersection. A beautiful young woman in a slightly but attractively over-tight skirt, crossed the street in front of me, prominently displaying her perfectly toned, shaped and maintained derriere, the equal of any in the National Derriere Hall of Fame. In the hand of the her arm facing me, she held a bag with bold lettering announcing “BEST BUNS.” My driver side window was open. I watched her walk away.
I said nothing.
Ethics is hell.
Ethics Alarms 
But haven’t you violated your published principles of honesty in communication and conduct? of the pursuit of excellence, of proportionality, of generosity? Not to mention causing possible permanent damage to your throat from swallowing hard?
Really, you ought to learn to speak your mind, man!
Yeah, it’s a real conflict. I keep replaying the scene over and over again in my mind….
I’ll bet you do…
So you’re telling us your wife does NOT read the site?
No, she does. And she said I did the right thing. She also attributes my rectitude to weenie-ness, rather than ethics. She knows that as much as I admire a great set-up, my reticence around attractive women is greater.
Oh, come on. This is the Lyndon Johnson “I won’t run again” speech. When Johnson realized that he couldn’t win re-election, he just bowed out and tried to claim credit for helping the nation to move on.
You kept quiet because (1) your bulging eyeballs froze your epiglottis and larynx in a death-grip, (2) you were afraid of personal injury (she might have had a jar of jam in that bag, too), and (3) your chances of actually hooking up with her were about as good as Papa Smurf’s chances with Halle Berry.
In short, you have found one of those rare situations, like the Tunguska meteorite impact, where ethics has nothing to do with anything.
Amazingly, I was reminded of the Tunguska meteorite impact at the time! Coincidence? I think not…
Contemplate the wonders of nature that afforded you that vision. Groovy.