apologies
Apologies are the biggest waste of time and energy. What a farce. I've discovered that a simple "I'm sorry" has become insufficient. If some one runs over your dog, all you get is an "I'm sorry." You don't get your dog back. Of what if you're at the grocery store and some little kid pukes on your shoe. That kid's dumb genetic donator just apologizes to you. I demand more penance, a tangible reparation. I'd like the opportunity to swiftly kick someone in the neckn for someone's insolence.
i got so angry while at the grocery store on Friday that i thought I was at the limit of making good decision. I was on the phone with my bank. And all I got for the time I wasted listening to some idiotic jackass tell me he couldn't help me, just to keep calling, was an apology. "I'm sorry Ma'am. You'll just have to keep calling, Ma'am." At that moment, reaching through the phone, ripping his lips off and using them as suitcase handles was a brilliant idea. And the action would have been more thearaputic than me telling him that. Instead, I settled for abusing a package of cotton balls. The explosion of tiny soft puff balls didn't help. The apology was just insult to injury, salt in my fetid wound. I hate apologies.
i got so angry while at the grocery store on Friday that i thought I was at the limit of making good decision. I was on the phone with my bank. And all I got for the time I wasted listening to some idiotic jackass tell me he couldn't help me, just to keep calling, was an apology. "I'm sorry Ma'am. You'll just have to keep calling, Ma'am." At that moment, reaching through the phone, ripping his lips off and using them as suitcase handles was a brilliant idea. And the action would have been more thearaputic than me telling him that. Instead, I settled for abusing a package of cotton balls. The explosion of tiny soft puff balls didn't help. The apology was just insult to injury, salt in my fetid wound. I hate apologies.
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