Who Should Be Sorry

Some things you cannot remove from your retinas.  Your memory.  They are imprinted forever.   Sadly.

I walked up to the row of port-o-lets.   And let’s be honest….no one likes port-o-lets.

Two of the doors showed the red “locked” sign.

One was green for ‘available’.

I open the door.

Man is not quite sitting as he is wiping his butt.

He says “oh I’m sorry” as I jump back and the door slams.

I probably should have said ‘I’m sorry’ but I didn’t want to stand there with the door open and have a discussion on who should be sorry.

But I was sorry.  I was very sorry.  I am still very sorry.