i need smaller feet...

or a bigger mouth...

i made a woman cry today.

cry.

hard.

i didn't mean it the way she took it. i was saving a seat for someone who could have used it more than i could, and this woman wanted to sit with me as well. but there was only four chairs. the first two were taken as she was sitting there, so i was to sit next to her leaving one chair and i thought differently... the last two were meant for two who needed the seating arrangement more than i did. a mother and her child.

the woman kept saying to me "come sit here" and i waited in the corner for things to settle and i told her to hang on as the people were figuring out where to sit. she was as cheerful as one could want her to be. she's sweet as sugar on a sour day, and i eventually told her to knock it off and go get some food at the buffet. and her cheer turned to scorn as she cried and told me "all i ever try to do is be nice to you" and she ran out, telling me to help her companion get a ride home.

so i ran after her. i wanted to explain myself to her, telling her i loved her and there was a reason i didn't want to sit there, but she got in her car and sped off.

i shot her an email of apology due to her not being home after the buffet, but now all i want to do is crawl into a six foot hole so that she is no longer bothered with me anymore.

i need smaller feet.
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