At Pentagon City this afternoon, while BI'75 was picking out new glasses, I bought myself some pretzel sticks and settled on the bench outside of Lenscrafters to wait for her. When I sat down, I did so with more force than I intended. I glanced at the other person sitting on the bench to find that she was glaring at me with unbridled hostility.
"Sorry," I smiled.
"What are you sorry about," she replied, still staring at me.
"I'm sorry I shook the bench so hard."
"You don't need to be sorry about that. I'm done taking sorry as an excuse for everything. People say they are sorry all the time but that is just some bullshit."
And she gathered her belongings and stalked off.
Tuesday, August 2, 2005
Then I'm NOT Sorry
e said @ 8:56 PM
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Wow....what a rude person. I think I would have yelled at her. In fact, I KNOW I would have yelled at her...something really embarassing, too.
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