Did you have a nice dinner? I hope it was fun and delicious. Too bad I was turning around from your exit with a vision of your life-less corpse on Hayworth. Knowing you were out to DINNER I wouldn’t have had to go through the horrific turmoil of thinking you were going to die.
Is that what killing yourself means? Time for dinner? Hmmm, must have been a failure to communicate. I’m SO silly for speeding through traffic on the phone with your friends, family, and police and risking my life to save your own all because you REALLY meant you were hungry. How stupid of me, how dumb.
Well, you live and you learn.
This is an apology to you. Being that you haven’t tried to apologize to me must mean that either you’re a cruel, selfish, sick and pathetic person with morals and communication skills of a psychotic child; or that I am the one in the wrong.
I’m sorry for trying to save your life. I won’t be there anymore. Don’t worry, these miscommunications won’t happen anymore.