colleen barrett

This morning I reached in front of a biker dude as I was mixing a kilogram of sugar into my latte, and I said “sorry!”

“What are you soarrry for,” he asked.
“I … I … don’t … nothing, everything … reaching in front of you.”
“Well that would be pretty awful if i was mad at you for that!”
[laugh, nervously]
“Have a good day,” he says like he means it and not to get away.

Canadian are nice.