Is it just me? Before going to sleep every night, am I the only one who goes through a seemingly endless list of the unintentional slights I have committed against other people, the mistakes I have made, the inadvertent offenses I have perpetrated?
That time I said something mean about a sportswriter when I thought he had walked away — and I didn't even dislike him (I'm so sorry, Bob). The sarcastic emails where I accidentally hit "reply" to instead of "forward." Even something as innocuous as giving a tourist directions that turned out to be wrong.
Mea culpa. Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa.
