Dear Stranger on the interstate - I'm sorry I almost side-swiped you. The person driving the 18-wheeler truck who passed me on the other side, looked over. You know, that happenstance glance that motorists exchange every once in awhile. Only he was a 60 something year old, bald, except for long mullet, santa clause looking black gruffy bearded guy. Driving a truck. Like "him". It scared me and I instinctively swerved in your direction. I'm sorry.
Dear person in the library - I'm sorry I screeched when your child dropped his book with a LOUD bang. I wasn't mad or upset at him. I just was startled.
Dear Client - I'm sorry I yanked my arm out of your grasp. I know you were just grabbing my wrist to get my attention because I didn't hear you and it was so loud in the hall. I didn't mean to infer you were someone to fear. I'm sorry.
Dear Elderly Grandfather-like gentleman in store - I'm sorry I snapped at you when you wanted to give my child a dollar to buy some candy. I'm trying to teach her not to take things from strangers. I'm sorry that your, probably good intentions, were thwarted.
Dear X - I'm sorry I looked at you in horror when you introduced yourself as J__ and that your spouse's name was J__, that you liked to ride motorcycles, go camping/hiking and garden. One of those factors would have been fine - maybe even two, but all together there were too many similarities. I'm sorry.
Dear Client - I'm sorry I jumped 10 feet when you patted my arm. I know you are old enough to be my grandfather and you meant it as a way of saying "thank you." I just don't do well with touches that I don't see coming. I'm sorry
Dear Cashier - yes I heard you say, "Can I help the next person in line?" I ignored you. The fact that you had no teeth and were chomping gum made me panic. I'm sorry.
Dear Other Client - I'm sorry I didn't laugh it off when you said that your children wanted to know who this "girl named __(me)___ is that you keep talking about and how old I was?" I know you meant it as a joke and were just making conversation. I'm sorry.
Dear Colleague - I'm sorry you think I'm stuck up because I won't go to lunch with you. Really, it's not the eating in a public place that bothers me so much as the car ride to get there. I don't do so well in the passenger side of cars, alone with a male driver. I'm sorry.
To beer-bellied; toothless; bald, but with long mullet hair in the back; unkempt looking; long, scraggly, dirty gray/black beards; gum chomping; grease stained fingers; shirt-less; short short - but otherwise innocent and nice 60-ish year old men everywhere -- I'm sorry. It's not you, it's me.
Dear Friend - I'm sorry I won't go out for a girl's night with you and leave my daughter home alone with your husband. I know he is a nice guy. But I just can't...
Dear Husband - I'm sorry I elbowed you (hard) when you tried to snuggle the other night in bed. I've asked you not to touch me from behind. I'm sorry I shudder when I pass you in the hallway after I'm coming out of the shower. I'm sorry.
Again, it's not you -- it's me...