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September 20, 2005

Volume 6, Issue 20

"I'm sorry.."

You don't have to use the exact words, just the general theme.

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"These are brave folks, doing brave things. We are fighting a war and those are bad people gunning for us. But these brave folks, they know that freedom matters, and if we don't finish the job, well, then the evil-doers win.

"We won't let the evil-doers win"

At his kitchen table, over cold pizza, Bud stares at the television. He has stopped chewing. He knew one of those brave folks. Used to walk that boy up and down the hall as he cried himself to sleep. The man on the television keeps speaking and Bud can't seem to swallow.

Posted by: bgfay at September 20, 2005 11:08 AM · Permalink

(SORRY FOR THE DOUBLE POST. I FORGOT THE ENDING.)

"These are brave folks, doing brave things. We are fighting a war and those are bad people gunning for us. But these brave folks, they know that freedom matters, and if we don't finish the job, well, then the evil-doers win.

"We won't let the evil-doers win"

At his kitchen table, over cold pizza, Bud stares at the radio. He knew one of those brave folks. Used to walk that boy up and down the hall each night. The man on the radio keeps speaking while Bud waits for an apology. He chews but can't seem to swallow

Posted by: bgfay at September 20, 2005 11:16 AM · Permalink

I am deeply, truly sorry that I was late to dinner with your family yesterday.

I am also profoundly sorry for being unable to suppress my gag reflex after tasting the goulash.

In retrospect, it was certainly not my business to comment on how many martinis your father drank during the meal. Again I apologise.

It was absolutely my own fault I didn't anticipate your father's agile dodge and was struck in the face by your mother's frying pan, and any comments I might have made in reaction to that were completely and totally uncalled for.

Can you forgive me?

Posted by: Jeff R. at September 20, 2005 11:33 AM · Permalink

Yes, Dear, the oil was a bit too hot. At least the blisters are going down!

And yes, my aim with candle wax is bad, but you pick the darnedest times to roll over, you know? At least it's only a week until the eyepatch comes off.

I'm normally a very suave, together guy. I really don't know what came over me. Maybe it has something to do with you looking like my Mom and sounding like Sister Frankella. It's no excuse, I'm just saying...

So anyhow, I'm guessing this all means you won't go out with me again, huh?

Posted by: JamesF at September 20, 2005 11:35 AM · Permalink

I heard some rustling in the stack of crap under the window. That could only mean that my mouse roommate was active. The little guy was welcome to whatever he could find.

A few minutes later I noticed some motion out of the corner of my eye. I looked down and I saw the mouse, by the light of the television, in the middle of the living room. I moved. The mouse's legs shot out in all directions, and he ran under the couch and started scolding me.

I left a few macademia nuts on the kitchen floor to apologize.

Posted by: cranky-d at September 20, 2005 11:23 PM · Permalink