Sometimes I apologize to inanimate objects.
I am inherently a klutzy person (thanks mom) and often cut corners short, trip on my own feet, and slam into things when I’m not paying attention. Yesterday I had an incident with a door frame. “Y-ouch! Oh, excuse me.” Inevitable silence followed. Not only had I excused my self to a life-less object but I was alone in my apartment with absolutely no chance that I had mistakenly run into an actual person. At least there was no one to laugh at my blunder other than my cat who already knows what a mess I am and probably pities my existence. Hey, at least I’m polite.
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