Oct. 29th, 2011

Dear Random Guy by the Garbage Today:

I really didn't mean to back away from you as if you had some horrible disease. No, really. It's just I was shredding my mail, and I thought you wanted my garbage space. So I backed away. Without saying anything. It's not that I really thought you were beneath the dirt on my shoe. Actually, I was just concerned that I was infringing on your space somehow, but because I was irritated at having to move with shredding half-done, I maybe took too many steps back. Ok, I took 3-4 steps back while staring balefully at you. Sorry.

All I can say is, my punishment is that I've been thinking and groaning about this for most of the rest of the day, whereas you've almost certainly forgotten me. Maybe that just underlines how awkward I am and you're (probably) not. Sorry, I don't mean to make judgments about you, Random Guy. You were kind of cute. And then you looked at me like I was a freak. Which, well, was true. Anyway, I still don't know what you were doing. Maybe you wanted to throw away your garbage but then I traumatized you and you moved away. If so, my apologies again.

Sincerely,
Freaky Garbage Girl.

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