Pondering what seems a growing reluctance to do a very right thing; only to follow that with grudgingly offered apologies. Simply say “excuse me”, with or without an appended “please”, and I’ll happily oblige.

However, it seems you would rather discover the limits of your physical agility or the extents of your mass by trying to stretch, flex or squeeze past other users of public spaces. Well, I am fine with that until parts of me, often my toes, become casualties of your experiment. Then comes the apology! Small consolation if a highly polished or freshly cleaned shoe now has unmistakable proof of an encounter that wasn’t solicited and could have been easily avoided. Not to mention my toes being forced into painful awareness of why you couldn’t squeeze or flex through that gap. So much irritation and pain! All because you couldn’t or wouldn’t ask to be excused.

Totally inexcusable!

© Othame Kabia