Saturday, 1500 hours. Crowded double-decker, Central London.
13th February 2008“Pardon me… Pardon me. Oh, I’m sorry. I just hit you with my bags, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, watch where the fuck you’re going!”
“SORRY! Ugh!”
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“Pardon me… Pardon me. Oh, I’m sorry. I just hit you with my bags, didn’t I?”
“No.”
“Oh. Oh, I thought I hit something…”
“I said no.”
“Oh. Um, alright then.”
“Look, you didn’t hit me, okay.”
“Oookay.”
“Fine.”
“Fine!”
“Fine.”
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“Pardon me… Pardon me. Oh, I’m sorry. I just hit you with my bags, didn’t I?”
“Ow! Yes, that hurt tremendously.”
“Oh? Oh. Um, I’m really sorry.”
“How sorry?”
“Ummm…?”
“Sorry enough to go for a coffee with me?”
“Huh?”
“Coffee shop. Next stop. Down the road. You can buy me one if it will make you feel better?”
“Yeah… Yes. Yes, that would be lovely.”
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“Pardon me… Pardon me. Oh, I’m sorry. I just hit you with my bags, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but that’s quite alright.”