i feel guilty.
i had a boy walk nearly 2 miles on a post-surgery foot because i said, 'of course you'll walk me to my car, right?' and he said, 'of course.' what i meant was 'of course you'll come with me in a cab to my car and make sure i get in it safely because it's really late and i parked under a bridge, right?' but that's not technically what i said.
i thought he was walking us to a place where a lot of cabs stop because at that hour there really weren't many passing by. i don't live in the city; i don't know. but then i got caught up in the warm, misty weather and the conversation. i didn't realize that we'd been walking for a long time until i saw him start limping. then my guilt bordered on shame when he noticed his foot was bleeding a little. he was like, 'well you SAID walk me to my car, not cab me to my car.'
lawyers. they're as bad as copyeditors.
i'd like to blame this slip in semantics on the alcohol, but i hadn't had that much. i think i'm going to blame it on my staying up all night with the copychief making badass jewelry and then cleaning the house and then going out after only an hour's nap and staying out all night again. yeah, that's it. lack of sleep is akin to an alcohol-buzz. right.
man, karma's gonna kick my ass.
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10 comments:
so cadiz... back to your old tricks eh? making men bleed... hmmm
... cool!--
ale! you know i'm not like that. i honestly feel really bad. i wish i were paying more attention, or that he just would have said something earlier.
Well, being that I’m a guy (we’ll let the debate on that issue rest for the time being so I can make at least this one point) if you said walk, he heard walk, and if he knew how far it was, and if he’s a decent guy, then I’d say don’t sweat it, however, if you manipulated him into thinking it was a short trip, watch out for falling anvils… Karma likes to use anvils to emphasize it’s point…
yeah, am apologizing on behalf of lawyers everywhere about the whole, "being really nit-picky with choice of words thing." law school brainwashes you to care about NOTHING else...
no, he had every idea where it was. i am the directionally inept one, for which he spent a good 5 minutes ridiculing me. i just felt bad when i saw it bleeding.
men. what's up with the macho act?
apology accepted, jasmine.
but the bigger question is, 'is there a getoutofwhatijustsaidfree card that i can use with you people? how often? is there a rulebook or are we just playing by the constitution here?
i think further conversations would have to include a little more forethought and a lot less alcohol. and that's no fun.
WHO THE HECK IS THIS LAWYER????
UPDATE: turns out the foot will not in fact have to be amputated, but it will need the chance to heal. i know you were worried.
And did you you ever text him or call him to see what condition his foot is in? I know he is a stranger and i know you only just met him but...come on. I think a bloody foot warrants a concerned phone call.
rest assured, anon, i did in fact check in with him the day he was going to the doctor. i had hesitated for a second because that's against *the rules* but i've never really been a believer in all that garbage, anyway. and i'm no good at games.
that's how i got the update.
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