Hey, You!

Apology of the Weak

Hey, you! Yeah, you. You were in your gigantic truck in the Triangle Square parking lot; my wife and I were attempting to walk across at the stop sign. You revved right on through the sign without stopping and I muttered, loud enough for you to hear, "Nice stop." As we walked past, I noticed you roll down your passenger window to have words with me. I was prepared for you to stop the car and challenge me to a fight, or to simply call me a pussy or whatever. I was not prepared for you to lean over and apologize. You said you didn't know which way we were headed, and then you apologized again. I was so humbled I was barely able to voice the words, "Thank you." My voice was so weak I'm not even sure you heard me. I'd like to say it again. Thank you.

Illustration by Bob Aul
Illustration by Bob Aul

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