As I learned when I colored over my grade-two classmate's artwork with a crayon: "I'm sorry" are the hardest words to say.
I recently experienced the best apology of all time, and - even better - it happened on a Winnipeg Transit bus, where everything that's important in this city happens.
The more I tell this story, the more people seem to enjoy it, so let's give it another whirl here, shall we?
After a hard day's work last semester - is there any other kind? - I got on a Winnipeg Transit bus, and, out of the blue, some guy started yelling at the back of my head.
I turned around, and there was a disturbed-looking guy in his mid-20s, who was pissed - I guess - because I got on the bus before him; I'm still unclear on the details.
So, I gave him my best give-me-a-break look and sat down at the back of the bus, where I watched him harangue everyone else on the bus for the duration of my journey.
"You: stop lookin' at me funny!" Etc, etc.
On my way out of the bus, I decided to give him some unsolicited advice: "If you were nicer to other people, maybe they'd be nicer to you."
The advice surprised him, and I made sure I got off the bus quickly before he had a chance to respond with an insult. So what if the bus was still going 60? Totally worth it.
I figured that was the end of it.
The next day, I got on the bus and - surprise! - there was the same guy sitting at the back.
I noticed too late, so I was already committed to sitting near him and couldn't turn back, lest I give him some more ammo to shout at the back of my head.
I sat down, opened up a book, and prayed he wouldn't talk to me. But of course, it was only a matter of time before I heard:
"Hey. Hey you."
I looked up at him and he continued:
"I just wanted to tell you that I was having a really bad day yesterday. And I'm very, very sorry I yelled at you and insulted you. Baldy."
Friday, April 1, 2011
The Baldy Apology
Here's another story from Kenton, the original post can be found via @ his blog: