If you’re anything like me (and I sincerely hope you’re not), I spend half of my life saying sorry and much of the other half wondering if I should. It’s a national trait in the U.K. and I think it is one that I like. Possibly the only way to make me dislike someone is if they are rude and not saying ‘sorry’ counts as one such violation in my book.
The hot weather tends to bring out the worst in people and makes the usually unbearable commute on public transport become ever so much worse. And so it was a bit of delight when on Thursday morning, I had the opportunity to play a pivotal role in a complex social interaction which involved the utterance of only a single word, albeit it several times by several people.
The lady sat next to me on the bus wanted to get up and so said “sorry” to me. I got up and said ‘sorry’ to the man standing next to me who looked over to the woman behind him. He said ‘sorry’ to her, she said ‘sorry’ to him as she moved back.
The alighting lady then said ‘sorry’ to me as she squeezed past me and to the man next to me as we still couldn’t probably give her plenty of room.
We both said ‘sorry’ back to her.
I sat back down on my seat and the standing lady then said ‘sorry’ as she took the vacant seat and the standing man said ‘sorry’ as he moved out of her way again.
She put her bag down near her feet and brushed against my legs and so said ‘sorry’. I replied I was ‘sorry’ for my stationary legs getting in the way of her bag.
All in all it was the epitome of apologeticness!
I’m really sorry for sharing this.
If you can sympathise and I’m sorry if you can and indeed if you can’t then you might like to check out two older posts from years gone by. First of all I’m Sorry I’m British
and the always popular Speaking Up For Introverts