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Waiting Rooms: Purgatory with Magazines from 1997
Welcome, fellow time travelers, to the place where minutes stretch into geologic eras, where coffee is both free and a cry for help, and where every decorative fern has seen things it will never unsee. Today, we stroll bravely into Waiting Rooms… those beige vestibules of destiny, armed with nothing but a pen on a chain and a blood pressure of “why am I sweating, it’s 68°F in here?”
By The Pompous Post6 months ago in Humor
Apologies for "The Incident"
I’d like to apologise for what happened at the staff morning tea on Friday. At the time, I thought I was helping. I can now see that I overstepped, and that what began as a small effort to improve the table arrangement became, in several ways, the reason the morning tea is now being referred to in meeting minutes as "the incident."
By Emilie Turner6 months ago in Humor
Simply a Misunderstanding. Runner-Up in Sorry About That Challenge.
Lindsay, Please accept my apology and know that I am ever so sorry! I don’t know if that helps or not, but I’m absolutely mortified. So much so that I’m writing this letter to spare you—also myself, but mostly you—from any further discomfort.
By Cristal S.6 months ago in Humor
I Fed One Cat
I want to begin by saying I’m sorry. I’m aware that starting this way may sound rehearsed, but it’s important to me that you know I recognize the inconvenience, and more than that, the distress, that has resulted from my actions. I should have spoken sooner. I should have explained things before they developed to their current scale. And for that, I sincerely apologize.
By Violet Hamilton6 months ago in Humor
AN UNCONDITIONAL APOLOGY TO THE MEMBERS, STAFF AND GOVERNING BOARD OF THE HARTLEY HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY, AS WELL AS TO A NUMBER OF OTHER PERSONS YET TO BE NAMED
I Am Sorry — in the fullest sense of that word: not the performative I am sorry, or even the so-ory (sorry-you-feel-that-way) kind of sorry but rather I am sorry because it has taken me a couple of days to come here and shed my cowardice; then had a difficult conversation with my wife — eventual tears on her part — about committing words to paper; followed by an extremely thick and cream-coloured missive from a solicitor, whose name I will not reproduce here but whose stationery did seem particularly impressive indeed and clearly whispered, however indirectly, through mighty pulp and ink combinations to suggest what was now going on: things have become serious.
By Neli Ivanova6 months ago in Humor
From Hot Yoga to Hot Bingo: A Field Guide to Accidentally Getting Old
Greetings, youthful spirits trapped in increasingly squeaky bodies! At some point in life, without any fanfare, warning signs, or commemorative plaque, we all make the quiet, shuffling transition from “fun and fearless” to “fun and mildly concerned about lower-back support.”
By The Pompous Post6 months ago in Humor
Sorry I Cat-napped
I want to start by saying I’m sorry. This isn’t as bad as it sounds. This sort of thing could happen to anyone, right? I know that’s probably not enough on its own, and I hope this doesn’t cross any boundaries. If I were in your position—hypothetically speaking, of course—I would also be confused, mildly alarmed, and possibly holding a broom for protection. To clarify, I did not intend for any of this to happen.
By Mallory Farnum6 months ago in Humor
