Dear persons bearing the brunt of my unpleasantness –
I’ve been a little out of sorts these past few days. I guess there’s just a lot going on, and I’m more stressed than I realize.
I’m sorry I acted like an up-tight brow beater when you posted something that had nothing to do with me (though through my morning-fog, it felt like a slam against Americans). I hope you at least enjoyed the small thesis I posted as comment.
I’m sorry I shouted “YOU DON’T JUST CUT IN LINE” when you scrambled in front of me, or so that’s how I initially perceived it. I soon realized I was sleeping with my eyes open, and one of the two cashiers available had waved you over.
I apologize for misunderstanding you during our work meeting; cutting you off mid-sentence and curtly demanding that you not change the specs of the project right before we launch. I know you’re only trying to make the site pristine and beautiful in every way. I appreciate your attention to quality.
I regret rudely barking “HALLO” when you stepped onto the bike path without looking. I know you were busy with your four children and twenty shopping bags, and I know I was like a bat out of hell. I should slow down when I bike through swarms of Sunday shoppers.
Finally, I’m a just a tad sorry I gave you a dirty look when you looked up at me, your purse posing as a person on the train seat next to you. I guess you couldn’t see that your fellow commuters were like sardines standing around you in the isle.
I’ll do my very very best to be nice today.